Not that her stepmother had done anything specifically to earn her distrust; there was just something about the woman that set Mary off. Somehow she had maneuvered her way between Mary and her father from the first.
The devil in Marys conscience nagged at her. Could it be because Mary couldnt get used to the idea of another woman in the house? Or was it because her father had known Kim before hed ever met Marys mother? Kim had been sure to share that information with Mary whenever they were in the same room, claiming shed known him long before he settled in Alaska. A time Marys father had never shared with her.
Im sorry, maam. I dont seem to have a reservation for a Mary Christmas, the clerk said.
I know. I flew space A. I didnt know I was coming until this morning.
Because its so close to Christmas, weve been booked solid. We dont have a single car left.
Marys shoulders sagged and her heart sank into her boots. Youre kidding, right?
No, maam. I wish I wasnt. He glanced down the line of rental car counters. Have you tried the other services here at the airport?
Yes, and they all said the same thing.You were my last hope.
We just rented out the only car we had left to that gentleman. He nodded to the man wearing the ridiculous cowboy hat walking away with the last set of keys. Im sorry. Perhaps you could find a hotel shuttle to get you to a hotel for the night and see if someone turns in a vehicle in the morning.
Thats not an option. Im not staying in Fairbanks. Her gaze locked on the man with the last rental car key. Hadnt he said he was heading for North Pole? If she hurried, maybe she could catch a ride with him. Once she was there, her father would make sure she had a vehicle to get around in.
Balancing her bag of presents in one hand, she turned her rolling suitcase and raced through the airport.
She caught up with him just as he stepped out the door into the continuous twilight of an Alaskan December afternoon. Sir!
A bitter wind blew her words away, or the man was ignoring her. He didnt slow one bit until his cowboy hat flipped off his head and blew straight at Mary.
She let go of her suitcase handle and dove for the hat, catching it before it dropped into a pile of dirty snow. She held it out, pasting a smile on her face. She could have tripped on her own snow boots when the man turned his brown-eyed gaze onto her.
Thank you.
Youre welcome. She bit back a smart remark about how most people didnt wear cowboy hats in December in Alaska. She didnt know if he had a sense of humor and she definitely didnt want to make him mad when she planned on begging a ride from him. Are you headed for North Pole?
He plunked his hat on his head and didnt answer for the first five seconds. Yes.
Good. He was headed her direction as shed thought. Mary breathed in a gulp of the icy air. Im headed that way myself and you just happened to get the last rental car in the airport. Is there a chance you could give me a lift there?
His frown deepened. Yes.
Ill pay you half of your daily rate for today. Mary stopped and stared at him. You will?
I said yes. He continued toward the nearly empty rental car parking lot.
Mary scurried after him, wrapping her woolen scarf around the lower part of her face and pulling her hat more firmly about her ears. Shed forgotten how unforgiving the wind blew in Fairbanks.
When theyd settled in the front seat of the sedan, Mary tugged her glove off her right hand. Im Mary Christmas. And you are?
Instead of taking her hand, he stuck the key in the ignition and started the car. Nick.
Nick? She closed her eyes so that he couldnt see her rolling them. Do you have a last name?
At first she didnt think he was going to answer. He pushed the shift into Reverse and brushed her arm when he braced his hand on the back of her seat. He was close enough that Mary could smell his aftershave, a potent woodsy, spicy scent. His brown eyes glowed in the light from the dash. St. Claire.
Mary caught her breath and stared straight forward.
When Nick had the car in gear, he asked, Do you know how to get to North Pole?
Yes, I lived there most of my life.
Then you can navigate.
Fair enough. Mary gave him directions and leaned back in her seat, letting the heat warm her hands and cheeks.
A small smile curled the corners of Nicks lips. Arent you afraid to ride with strangers?
If wed been in Seattle, I would never have imposed on you, but here in Alaska, its probably a fair bet youre not a mass murderer.
I thought people with questionable pasts moved to small towns in Alaska to escape their lives in the Lower 48.
Mary snorted. They might think they can escape, but the population is so limited in smaller communities, everyone knows everyone else.
Therefore, if a stranger comes to town, everyone would know him as a stranger?
Right. She smiled his way. Youd definitely stick out as a stranger, especially this time of year. In the summer, not so much. Droves of tourists visit North Pole in their RVs and on tour buses, but they eventually leave. Not many people come in the darkness and freezing temperatures of winter. Her smile slipped. Some people left Alaska on business trips to warmer climates and greener pastures.
Her lips pulled into a straight line. Shed been so naÏve. That was old news. Shed since moved to Seattle and two years had passed. Mary shook her head to clear the cobwebs and concentrated on the man beside her. Why are you coming to North Pole? Looking for a place to escape?
Would you believe I have business with Santa?
Maybe. Mary stared hard at him. Something about the way he said the words didnt ring true, but she hadnt heard much from her father in the past few months. Since her father had found a life of his own and the new wife. Kim.
Nick glanced at her. Whats Santas real name?
The smile returned to Marys face. Santa Claus.
No, really. Whats his real name?
For as long as I can remember, hes always been Santa Claus. Ive asked him hundreds of times what his real name was, but he never told me. He signs his name as Santa and his Social Security card and drivers license all say Santa Claus.
Nick shook his head, a frown dipping between his brows. I dont get it.
Mary shrugged and settled back against her seat, refusing to fall into the trap of trying to explain the whole North Pole, Alaska, and the Christmas Towne phenomenon. Some people didnt get it. The man next to her probably never would. His loss.
Bradley, the two-timing-bigamist, never understood it either. Hed laughed at the whole concept. Hed probably been laughing at her all along as well. Look at the dumb bumpkin from the sticks of Alaska, too stupid to see through his lies.
The fifteen miles to North Pole flew by. Her heart banged against the inside of her chest when her hometown came into view. Colorful Christmas lights sparkled year-round on the houses and the candy cane lampposts. She never tired of bright colors. Living in Seattle, she missed the cheery lights even in the summertime. As the Christmas Towne store came into view, tears welled in her eyes. Red and white diagonal stripes graced the boxy entrance. Pictures of reindeer and Santas sleigh stretched across the whitewashed exterior walls. She hadnt realized how much shed missed home until she came back.