Bring Me Home for Christmas - By Robyn Carr Page 0,58

something new and now I’m a junior partner in this place. She grows the stuff, ships some of it to high-end restaurants and the rest goes to the kitchen where her sister, a chef, manufactures relishes, sauces, salsas, chutneys…all kinds of stuff. The label is Jilly Farms.” He pulled along the side of the house and parked. There was a golf cart with a flatbed back sitting in front of the back porch. “I don’t know how far we’ll get in the snow, but let’s give it a try.”

He carried her to the golf cart. As he was propping her in it, the back door opened and a couple came onto the porch.

“Hey there,” the woman said. She was young and pretty, wearing overalls and boots with a ball cap on her head. Standing behind her with a hand on her shoulder was a very tall, handsome man.

“Jillian, Colin, meet Becca,” Denny said. “Am I going to get very far in the gardenmobile?”

“I hope so,” Colin said. “I fixed her up with some studded tires.” Then he grinned. “Nice to see you again, Becca.”

“Oh! It’s you! From that first night we arrived!”

“It’s me. You weren’t on crutches then. How are you feeling?”

“Clumsy,” she said with a laugh. “Thanks for letting Denny give me a tour.”

“It’s a pleasure. He knows how much we love showing off the farm,” Jillian said. “After you’ve had a little twirl around the grounds, we’ll show you the house—it’s the most wonderful old house.”

“I can’t wait,” she said. And the next thing she knew, the gardenmobile jerked into motion and Denny was driving her past a huge garden, through the trees and to more gardens and greenhouses that were warmed by smudge pots.

Becca was fascinated by the farm, by all that Denny knew about these fancy crops and the business of growing and marketing them. She was intrigued by the proud light in his eyes as he described their products and even showed her pictures of their rare fruits and vegetables. He was so at home with his fingers in the soft, dark soil, pulling out a delicate seedling for her to see. After they’d toured the greenhouses and grounds, he brought her back to the house. He stopped short of the porch and said, “Wait till you see this place in spring and summer. That entire wall of shrubs that’s covered with snow—all flowers. There are a dozen apple trees along the front drive and a line of blackberry bushes dividing the front and back gardens. The bees around here get a little thick, but they’re friendly. We’re thinking of getting into honey—good money in honey!” Becca thought, Spring? Summer?

And then she thought, He’s so proud of this!

“Show me the house,” she said.

He parked and lifted her out of the gardenmobile. He carried her into the kitchen and found her a chair, then went back for her crutches.

Jillian came out of a room off the kitchen with a laptop in her hands. “I thought you might like to see pictures Colin took of the grounds during summer. He had shots of some of our crop that I used for brochures.” She put the laptop down in front of Becca and let her flip through the digital pictures.

“Gorgeous,” she said of staged photos of bushels of tomatillo, tiny beets, peppers, tomatoes and brussels sprouts. There was a cart piled high with pumpkins, pictures of the grounds alive with flowers, even pictures of jars of relishes and sauces with their Jilly Farms label on them.

“This is some operation,” she said.

“It’s a commercial farm and processed food line,” Jillian said proudly.

“Impressive,” she said.

“I wish you weren’t on crutches,” Jillian said. “Colin’s brother and wife and my sister and her husband are coming over later—we’re going to cut down our Christmas trees. We’ve already picked them out—we have enough fir and pine still on the property to thin out to make room for gardens.”

“She’s not missing out, Jillian—we took her with to find the town tree.”

“I’m sorry I missed that,” she said. “Are you going to take her around the rest of the house, Denny?”

“Yep,” he said. Denny leaned the crutches against the wall and urged Becca up so he could piggyback her around the house and up the stairs. It was three stories, a spacious eleven-room house with high ceilings, five bedrooms, a huge sun-room that Colin used for his studio on one end and their family room with a TV on the other end. The only part