Dear Readers, I've written quite a few Christmas novellas for Barbour collections, but this is my first full-length Christmas novel. The publisher is Whitaker House.
Can Malcolm MacGregor, a descendant of Scottish Lairds, capture the heart of Brazilian Italian beauty Alanza Cantalamessa in only 12 days?
Back cover copy:
Malcolm MacGregor is a descendant of Scotland’s Clan MacGregor and a successful young
businessman in Fort Worth, Texas. Alanza Cantalamessa works at a
gourmet pizzeria owned by her Brazilian artist mother and her Italian Poppa.
Both of them are smitten with each other but Malcolm is too reserved to do much
more than make small talk—until a promotion at work that will send him away to Australia for
six months. It’s December and he has to do something—fast.
Praying about the situation, Malcolm decides to give her twelve gifts leading
up to Christmas. Their families and friends think they are moving too fast. And
a gold-digger who tossed Malcolm aside in the past has now decided he’s the man
of her dreams.
Can Malcolm and Alanza overcome their obstacles before he has to go abroad? Or
is it really not meant to be?
CHAPTER 1
Wednesday – Fourteen Days
Before Christmas
Malcolm MacGregor glanced around the dining room of Cantalamessa’s
Gourmet Pizzas and More on Highway 10 in Euless,
Texas. Each time he’d eaten here,
he’d chosen to sit at an out-of-the-way table, separated from most other
patrons. With a major project he had nearing completion, he often worked
through the lunch hour, even when he went out to eat. This was the perfect
place to do it, and the same table where he’d sat before was free. He took a
seat, opened his briefcase, and pulled out his laptop. Soon, he was deep into
his work.
It was the third time he’d come here since a coworker told him
about this place a couple weeks ago. He’d never been fond of the typical
American pizza, with its cheap cheese, watery sauce, and way too many greasy
spiced meats. But the pizzas here were works of culinary art. Not too doughy
and plenty of healthy options. He’d tried a couple different kinds and each was
delicious.
“Hey, welcome back.” It was the same cheerful waiter who had served
him before. He handed a menu to Malcolm. “What would you like to drink?”
“Thanks. Dr Pepper, please.”
“Should I call that your usual?”
Malcolm laughed. “Sure. Thanks for remembering.”
“I’ll be right back with it, ready to take your order.”
Malcolm watched him walk away, then turned to the all-important
file on his screen. In one worksheet, the figures weren’t adding up. He had to
find the discrepancy, so he could move forward.
Malcolm’s employer provided specialized equipment for hospitals and
medical centers throughout the United
States. They recently launched a new
division with a charitable outreach arm. Malcolm was keenly aware of its importance—not
for himself, but for the patients it would serve. His employer was setting up
mobile medical clinics in rural areas, walking the fine line between making enough
profit to ensure they stayed open and keeping fees low enough that patients
could afford them, even if they had a high-deductible health insurance plan, or
no coverage at all. He was also putting together grant proposals to help those
with the greatest needs.
Not much time passed before the waiter returned with the soft
drink. Malcolm looked up from his laptop.
“What can I get you today? I know you like Dr Pepper, but I think
you’ve ordered different pizzas each time you were here.”
Malcolm smiled and glanced at the waiter’s nametag. Ignazio. He appreciated
waiters who remembered customers and their preferences. “I’d like to go off-menu
today and get a pizza with spinach, artichoke hearts, mushrooms, and basil.”
Ignazio made notes on his pad. “That sounds good. Maybe we should
put this on the menu. Would you like anything else on it? Maybe extra
mozzarella?”
“Sure.”
As the young man headed toward the kitchen, Malcolm went back to his
work. He had to make sure the figures were correct. He started going through
the columns with a fine-tooth comb. When the error finally jumped out at him,
he wanted to shout yay. Probably not the
place to do that. There were quite a few patrons here, even though he
waited until after 1 p.m., trying to miss the lunch crowd. Cantalamessa’s was probably
packed from noon to 1 p.m., like many restaurants. Even when he arrived past
the regular lunch hour, there was always a nice-sized crowd here.
“Here you are.” Ignazio set the enticing concoction in front of
him.
“Thank you. This smells delicious.”
“Careful, the pan is hot.”
“That’s what makes it so good. Coming straight from the oven to the
table.”
As Ignazio walked away, Malcolm closed his eyes and said a silent
prayer of thanks.
When he raised his head, he noticed the beautiful young woman who usually
ran the cash register. Alanza, her nametag said. He couldn’t be the only one
who noticed how gorgeous she was. But Malcolm he always looked beneath a
woman’s surface beauty. Alanza’s eyes seemed to be windows to her heart. At
first, he was fascinated by the unusual green in her irises. They were the
color of budding tree leaves in early spring.
His best friend, Eric Summerfield, had dated a lot of different
girls and women—in high school, college, graduate school, and even now. Dating
was just a thing for him. He never seemed to be serious about anyone. Malcolm
wondered if Eric would ever settle down with just one woman. He knew if Eric
ever saw Alanza, all he would see was her lovely figure. Not her inner self.
She was tall, probably near six feet. She seemed confident, but in
a gentle, easy way. Happiness and joy flowed around her, drawing other people
to her. He’d watched her interact with customers in a way that let him know she
really cared about people. He’d even seen her helping the busboys and waiters.
Malcolm forced his attention
back to his files while he savored his pizza. Ignazio came and went, bringing
him refills of Dr Pepper when his glass was empty. When all of his work was
finally in order, Malcolm happily clicked the save button. The project was
finished. He closed his computer and slipped it into his briefcase.
When he glanced up, Malcolm’s gaze was drawn to Alanza. He hadn’t
dated a lot because he had asked God to direct him to the woman He’d prepared
to be his wife. Ever since he first laid eyes on Alanza, he wondered if she could
be the one.
An older man came out of the kitchen area and hugged her.
“Poppa! You’re back.” She threw her arms around his neck.
Malcolm noticed some similarities between them. Was she the owner’s
daughter? If so, he needed to pay more attention to them. If she was the woman God had for him, Malcolm
would be speaking to her father one day—hopefully soon—to ask for her hand in
marriage. Malcolm wouldn’t even date a woman without her father’s permission. His
family was very traditional.
For the rest of his meal, he watched Alanza and her father’s every
move. The older man made the rounds of the restaurant, stopping and leisurely
talking to the customers as if they were old friends. No wonder this restaurant
had such a loyal clientele.
Malcolm didn’t wait for Alanza’s father to reach him. He wanted to
get back to the office and felt he’d wasted enough time already. Not wasted. Watching the lovely Alanza
sped up his heartbeat more than his workouts did. He’d never experienced that
feeling before.
When he went to the register, Alanza was talking to another worker.
Malcolm leaned against the counter beside the cash register and waited. The man
gave Alanza a slight nod and left for the kitchen.
She quickly turned toward Malcolm. When their eyes met, everything
around them seemed to fade away. Alanza looked as surprised as he felt. For a
moment or two, he couldn’t remember why he was there. Finally, he took a deep
breath, and the connection was broken. He pulled a credit card from his wallet
and slid it across the counter toward her, along with his bill.
“Was everything all right…” She lifted his card and glanced at his
name. “…Mr. MacGregor? You’ve been in here a couple of times recently, I think.
I guess you liked it, uh…” An attractive blush tinted her cheeks and her green
eyes sparkled like a forest after rainfall.
“Call me Malcolm. Yes. I love your pizzas. Maybe I’ll try some
pasta next time.”
She handed him a receipt to sign.
When he finished, he glanced up at her and caught her eyes roaming
over his face and upper body. The blush deepened and seeped to her hairline.
She was even more beautiful up close.
“Now that you know my name, may I ask your name?”
Her eyes widened. The pulse at the base of her neck started beating
double-time. “Alanza Cantalamessa.” Her answer was so soft, he almost missed
it.
“So, you’re the owner’s daughter?” He raised an eyebrow.
She gave an expansive gesture taking in almost all of the workers.
“Many people who work here are members of my extended family. Ignazio is my
cousin. My parents own Cantalamessa’s.”
Malcolm smiled and pushed his wallet into the hip pocket of his
suit pants. “I’m really glad a friend told me about this place.” He didn’t take
his eyes off her face while he made a declaration. “And I’ll be back soon.”
Did her smile grow even
wider? Sure looked that way.
On the trip to the office, his Beemer was almost on autopilot. His
thoughts kept returning to Cantalamessa’s and the beautiful Alanza.
*****
Alanza’s gaze followed Malcolm MacGregor as he strode to the front
door. Before he opened it, he glanced back at her one more time and gave her a
broad smile. Holy cow, he’s so handsome!
Why is my heart almost jumping out of my chest?
All afternoon, she kept thinking about him. He was tall, with the
thick, wavy auburn hair and eyes the color of a Texas summer sky. He had to be a
businessman, with his sharp-looking suits and laptop. Why did he come to the
restaurant alone? Most businessmen came in groups, or at least with a lunch
date or a friend.
She didn’t see a ring on his left hand. And there wasn’t a white
line where one would be if he’d worn a wedding ring out in the sun but had
taken it off. Could he possibly be single? Her heart beat faster and she took a
deep breath to try to calm down.
What difference would it make
anyway? Poppa always said he hoped she’d marry a good, Christian Italian man.
Of course, Poppa didn’t marry a good, Christian Italian. Mamma was a strong
Christian, but they met in Brazil
when he visited Buenos Aires
for spring break during his senior year at college. He laughingly called her
his “Girl from Ipanema.” He thought of that song when he first saw her. She was
almost six feet tall and had a glorious tan from spending time at the beach.
Alanza was like that, too. She never got sunburned. Her skin just
darkened.
Mamma was only nineteen when she stole Poppa’s heart. Alanza had
heard the stories many times. How Mamma had been heartbroken when Poppa
returned to the United
States. How she prayed he’d return to her,
even though they’d spent less than a week together. How surprised she was when
only a month later, she’d watched him walk along the beach at sunset…right
toward her. Grandpapa would never let Mamma go to America with a man he hardly knew. So
Poppa had to stay until Grandpapa would let her go. They were both stubborn men...
but Grandpapa quickly realized just how much Mamma and Poppa loved each other.
And the two men made sure the families got together at least once a year—either
in Brazil or in the U.S.
And here Alanza was, three years out of college, and she’d never
had the heart-stopping kind of experience her parents talked about. Until now.
Whatever happened when she saw and talked to Malcolm MacGregor was
strong. She had experienced all kinds of visceral reactions. Breathlessness.
Rapid heartbeat. Hummingbirds flitting around her insides, their wings beating
right in time with her racing pulse.
Poppa had always talked about her and her siblings marrying other
Italians. He would probably have a cow if he knew what she was thinking. With a
name like MacGregor, he had to be Scottish. There were lots of miles between Scotland and Italy.
“Alanza.”
She jumped.
Her mother’s voice penetrated her tumultuous thoughts. “A line is
forming. Do you need help?”
“No, ma’am.”
Giving herself a mental shake, she turned back toward the cash
register. Four regular customers stood ready to pay their bills.
“How was everything today, ladies?”
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