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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

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  Acknowledgements

  Christmas Extravaganza

  Thank you

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  Saved by a Christmas Angel

  Karen Malley

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Saved by a Christmas Angel

  COPYRIGHT 2021 by Karen Malley

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  Publishing History

  Prism Edition, 2021

  Electronic Edition ISBN 978-1-5223-9900-1

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  Much love to Ray, as we celebrate our 25th Christmas together this year.

  1

  Lauren threw another log on the fire and settled on the sofa. Not a minute later, a crash shook the entire cabin. What on earth? She ran to the window, wiped away the condensation, and peered out. Headlights illuminated the pine trees in the forest beyond. A driver had lost control on the slick roads. Through the swirling snow, she couldn’t tell anything more.

  Her nursing instincts kicked into high gear and she pulled on a heavy parka and boots, grabbed her nursing kit, and slogged through the deepening snow to the vehicle. The snow already covered the car. As she drew closer, it appeared the driver took the turn too quickly, skidded off the road, and plowed headfirst into a pine tree.

  Lauren reached the car and assessed the situation, peering into the window. A single driver, probably male. She couldn’t very well leave him out here to bleed or freeze to death. She drew in a breath. What if he was already dead? No, now was not the time for worst-case scenarios. She tried pulling open the driver’s side door, but it wouldn’t budge. Moving around the car, she yanked open the passenger-side door. She pushed the air bag out of the way, reached over, and found a pulse in the man’s neck. Still strong. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was alive. Hunched over the deflated airbag and bleeding, but alive.

  Lauren felt along both sides of his neck and gently eased him against the seat. Blood trickled down his face, but the cut wasn’t deep. His arms and torso seemed intact, but it was difficult to tell through his heavy coat. She moved her gaze downward. His left leg appeared unnaturally twisted where the door bent inward. Not good. She needed to get him out of the car and into the cabin where she could treat his injuries properly. She leaned over the man, trying to ignore the enticing woodsy scent he wore, and forced the door open from the inside. The man groaned as his leg shifted, but didn’t regain consciousness. How would she get him into the cabin? From what she could tell, he was solidly built.

  Inspiration struck.

  Lauren raced to the garage. She returned to the car, pulling a toboggan behind her. Fortunately, she had plenty of practice lifting patients, even those who outweighed her.

  Lauren removed the man’s seatbelt and carefully splinted his leg with the apparatus she pulled from her bag. Before easing him onto the toboggan, she sent up a prayer. “God, please help me ease this man’s discomfort. Please help me not to injure him further by transporting him. I can’t leave him here.” Leaving it in her Father’s hands, she pulled him to the cabin, thankful there were no steps to maneuver.

  She dragged the toboggan into the main living area, assessed her patient, eased him out of his coat, and felt his arms and chest. Her quickening pulse had less to do with concern for his injuries and more to do with the solidness of his muscles. This man was in peak physical condition. Or at least he was, until the accident.

  The temporary splint worked for immobilizing his leg for the trip into the cabin, but was not adequate if he broke it.

  She grabbed the trauma shears and cut away the pant leg above the knee. His knee cap was shifted inwards, but after palpating the upper and lower parts of his leg, there didn’t appear to be a break. A partially dislocated patella she could handle. Normally she’d give the patient painkillers before popping it back into place, but since he appeared to be out cold already, she maneuvered it into its normal position, wrapped it, and set an ice pack on it.

  Lauren studied the man. Thick hair, a firm chin, and laugh lines around his eyes. The man’s eyes flickered open. Two stunning pools of blue met her gaze before they drifted closed again. Who was this man, and why was he out here in the middle of nowhere in a storm?

  She pushed his sandy hair back, and cleaned the wound on his forehead, thankful it was shallow. No need for stitches, just a bandage.

  She turned him on his right side and pulled a wallet out of his pocket. Justin Foster. He lived in Philadelphia, not too far from her place. She pushed the wallet back into his pocket and carefully lifted him onto the sofa.

  Stomach rumbling, she moved into the kitchen. No sense starving just because a handsome stranger crashed into her life. She popped a new Christmas CD into the player and her mood lifted. She sang along while she chopped veggies and put on a pot of water to boil.

  ~*~

  Justin blinked and struggled to focus. He must be dreaming. If so, why did he hurt so much? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to remember. He’d been on his way to Eric’s place in the Poconos when the storm hit. He’d lost the signal on his phone, could barely see ten feet in front of the car, and he’d skidded several times.

  But he’d seen an angel, with golden hair framing her glorious visage, smiling down at him. It must’ve been a dream.

  He risked opening his eyes. A fireplace and wooden log walls. Oh, good. He’d made it to Eric’s cabin after all. His other senses slowly came to life. Christmas carols played in the background and an amazing smell tantalized his nostrils, reminding him he hadn’t eaten dinner. Was Eric cooking?

  Shifting on the sofa, pain shot through his leg. He reached out to touch it and found his knee tightly wrapped. What happened? He struggled to
sit up and glimpsed the kitchen. A kitchen where the angel stood stirring a pot. His breath caught. She was real.

  She glanced his way and hurried over. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

  Even her voice sounded like an angel’s. “Honestly? Starving. Where’s Eric?”

  Her brows drew together. “Who’s Eric?”

  “Isn’t this his cabin?”

  The angel shook her head. She knelt next to the sofa, and her words were gentle. “This cabin belonged to my grandparents. It’s been in my family for decades.”

  Justin tried to clear the fog from his head. “How did I get here?”

  The angel smiled. “I dragged you in.”

  That made no sense. Justin started to get up, but another wave of pain traveled down his leg.

  “You crashed your car into a tree by my cabin,” the angel said. “I dragged you inside so you wouldn’t freeze to death, bandaged your scalp wound, and splinted your leg. Without an X-ray, we can’t be sure there’s no fracture, but I’m pretty sure you got away with nothing more than a dislocated kneecap and a few bruises from the airbag. You’d better keep off your leg as much as possible.”

  Justin reached his hand to his forehead and touched the thick bandage. “I guess I crashed in the right place.”

  The angel gave a brief smile. “I’m so relieved you’re awake. Look here.” She pulled a small penlight out of her pocket and shined it in his eyes. “Does your head hurt? Any nausea?”

  “No, and no. I’m sore all over, but my head seems fine. Are you a doctor?” Justin asked.

  The angel handed him a cup of water and two over-the-counter pain killers. “Sorry I have nothing stronger, but this should take the edge off.”

  Justin gulped down the medicine and waited for an explanation.

  “Trauma nurse.” Her face fell. “Well, I was until a few days ago. Budget cuts at the hospital, and a week before Christmas, I’m out of a job.” She quieted. “I’m sorry. You don’t need to hear about my problems. I’m Lauren, by the way.”

  Ahh, so the angel had a name. “I’m Justin. I’m sorry about your job.”

  “Nice to meet you, Justin. Now about you starving…” She took the glass and helped him get fully into a sitting position.

  Justin drew in a breath at her nearness. She smelled like flowers. Her silky hair brushed his cheek and his pulse quickened. What was wrong with him?

  Lauren pulled a tray table in front of him and walked back to the kitchen. She returned, and set a steaming bowl of soup and a thick slice of crusty bread on the tray table. She pulled up a second tray table in front of the chair across from him and laid out the same food for herself.

  As Justin took his first spoonful of soup, Lauren’s melodic voice started praying.

  “Dear Lord, thank You for this food. Thank You for the safety of this cabin and for bringing Justin to a place where he can receive care. Please let this be a place of healing for him. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

  A warmth traveled through Justin which had nothing to do with the soup. He couldn’t remember the last time someone prayed for him. And healing? Time would tell whether God heard Lauren’s prayer. He should–she was an angel, after all.

  The warmth continued as Justin spooned the delicious creamy soup into his mouth. “You’re an amazing cook, Lauren.”

  She waved her hand at him, but the hint of color rising in her cheeks told him she was pleased with his comment. He studied her while pretending to be busy eating. The firelight danced in her brown eyes, and her golden hair streamed around her face. What a sight to behold. He needed to learn more about this miracle nurse hiding out in the woods. He cleaned the last of the soup from the bowl with the piece of bread and sighed with delight. “So where are we, anyway? I was supposed to visit Eric’s cabin for the weekend.” He pulled out his phone. No service.

  “No cell towers out here,” Lauren said.

  “Do you have a land line?”

  Lauren shook her head. “No phone, no internet, no TV. This is where you go to get away from it all.”

  “Seriously? What about indoor plumbing?”

  Lauren laughed. The sound did something to Justin’s insides. He was on dangerous ground here.

  “Grandma insisted Grandpa install indoor plumbing years ago. It’s not exactly roughing it. Electricity, running water, gas stove, you name it.”

  “But no way to contact the outside world,” Justin said.

  “Which is why I was so relieved you were OK,” Lauren said.

  “Are you sure it’s safe for you to be here by yourself?” Justin asked.

  “I’m not by myself.” Lauren grinned. “I’ve got a big strong man here to protect me.”

  Justin decided he’d better get out of here before he got any ideas. Her husband, or whoever the big strong man was, must be around somewhere. “Thank you for dinner and the medical care, but I don’t want to impose. If you’d help me with directions to my friend’s cabin, I’ll get out of your hair.” Your golden, luxurious hair…

  Amusement danced in Lauren’s eyes. “I’m guessing you’ve never been to his cabin, or this part of the state before.”

  “No, why?”

  “Because you’re not going anywhere soon. Not tonight, and likely not for the entire weekend. And only if your car is drivable.”

  The car. Oh, no. “How bad is the car?” Justin moved to get off the sofa.

  Lauren held out a hand to stop him. “Don’t bother getting up. It’s pitch black out there, plus, it’s been snowing about two inches per hour. Your car is covered. The roads, too, and we’re not high on the list for the plows. As I said, you’ll be here for a while.”

  “What does your…big strong man say about having a stranger spending the night here?”

  She shot him a puzzled look before her expression cleared. “You’re the big strong man, Justin.”

  “Oh.” Justin slumped back against the sofa while Lauren collected the dishes. “You should let me help you.” Despite the pain in his leg, he probably needed to live up to that “big strong man” thing.

  “While I appreciate the thought, you need to stay off your leg.” Lauren took the dishes into the kitchen and folded up the tray tables.

  Discomfort built. How could he ask this question? Sure, Lauren was a nurse, but a man had to hold on to his pride. “Um, Lauren?”

  She turned back to him. “Yes?”

  “There’s no way to put this delicately, but I need to get up. You said you had indoor plumbing?”

  Understanding dawned on Lauren’s face. “Yes, of course.” She scrunched up her nose. “Where would it be? Hold on.” She disappeared into the back of the cabin and after a moment of rustling and doors opening and closing, she emerged with a triumphant smile, pushing…a walker?

  “Oh, no, no way am I using that thing.”

  “I don’t have any crutches, so this is the next best option, unless you’d prefer to stay on the sofa and I bring you an empty bottle to fill?”

  Justin’s face grew warm. “Fine. I’ll use the walker.”

  “Try to keep your leg straight, and you’ll be fine.”

  Lauren helped him up, and her scent tickled his nose once more. The pain in his leg settled to a dull ache, and he made his way across the living room with Lauren at his side, guiding him toward the bathroom.

  She turned towards the kitchen.

  Minutes later, he was back on the sofa.

  “How’s your leg?” Lauren asked.

  “Sore, but not too terrible.”

  “Good. I’m sure there’s no break. You’d know it if you tried to put weight on a broken leg.”

  “That’s a relief. Now come, sit, and tell me your story.”

  “It’s not much of a story.” Lauren protested.

  “With no phone, no internet, and no TV, your story will be the most exciting thing I hear all night.” Justin smiled.

  “I’ll tell you what. I’ll tell you my story, but I want to hear yours first. You owe me.” Laur
en grinned at him.

  “Because you saved my life, tended to my wounds, and made me dinner?”

  “Yes.” Lauren settled into the arm chair and pulled her legs up underneath her.

  With the snow falling, the Christmas carols playing in the background, and Lauren’s adorable smile, Justin could almost forget all his troubles.

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Where you’re from, what do you do for a living, and why you’re spending the weekend before Christmas in a cabin in the Poconos with your friend Eric.”

  “Oh, is that all?”

  “For now.” Lauren giggled.

  Justin adjusted his position on the sofa to keep his leg straight. Lauren moved the coffee table closer. She pulled a pillow off the sofa, laid it on the table, and helped him prop his leg on the pillow. The simple gesture touched Justin. No one had been this kind to him in a long time.

  “I’m waiting,” Lauren said, when she reclaimed her position in the chair.

  “I’m a supply chain manager. I live in the city, but grew up in the suburbs. Never moved too far from where I grew up. The job has been super busy, but we’re closed until after the new year. My buddy Eric bought the cabin last year and has been asking me to come up and visit. He’s staying for the weekend, and then will go home to spend Christmas with his family.”

  “What about you?”

  “What do you mean?” He tilted his head as he gazed at her.

  “Where are you spending Christmas?” Lauren asked.

  “I’ll be at home.” Justin didn’t want to get into it.

  “Is there a family waiting for you at home?”

  “No.” He folded his arms across his chest.

  Lauren seemed to realize it was time to change the subject. “What does a supply chain manager do?”

  Justin relaxed. This he could handle. “I manage all the purchasing, shipping, and receiving personnel for my company, and handle all the negotiations. Sometimes it’s exhausting, but I enjoy it.”