A Match Made at Christmas - Courtney Walsh Page 0,13

not that she’d ever had the opportunity to partake in that romance herself.

She fell into step beside him, and they were quiet as they walked.

“I forgot what it’s like here in the winter,” he said. “Peaceful.”

“I love the quiet.”

“Then I won’t mess it up by talking.” He laughed.

She bumped him with her shoulder and smiled at him. Her smile faded around the same time his did. “Are you ever going to tell me what’s going on?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I know you, Hayes,” she said. “I know when you’re faking it.”

He stopped her, then pointed to the sidewalk where a small patch of ice stretched out in her path. He took her hand and led her to the other side, around the ice, and then kept on walking, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

And maybe it was. Maybe that was simply how Hayes McGuire treated people. She’d decided a long time ago that his casual relationships with women meant something about him, but she realized in that moment it was an unfair assumption.

“I’m not faking anything,” he said.

“Did you know there are two versions of Hayes McGuire?” she said with authority. “There’s genuine Hayes. He smiles all the way through his eyes. He’s warm and kind and deflects praise. He doesn’t want to talk about himself but will regale you with stories of his travels if he thinks it might make you smile.”

A smile crawled across his face as he stared straight ahead.

“Then there’s this Hayes. His smile stops at his lips, and there’s something slightly troubled behind his eyes. Like he’s wrestling with something he doesn’t want to talk about. Or making a decision he doesn’t have the answer to.”

He looked at her. “You’ve got this all wrong, Pru. I’m just weirded out that my aunt wants me to play matchmaker while she runs off to Paris with her husband.”

They were on Main Street now, coming in to the crowd. Rosy-cheeked children passed by, squealing in delight at the sights and sounds unfolding around them. They stopped to maneuver around the line at a quaint stand selling hot chocolate.

Soon, the Town Crier would emerge, counting down to the tree lighting and caroling ceremony, signaling the start of the Christmas season. At his pronouncement, over 150 balsam trees lining the cobblestoned Nantucket streets would magically light up as part of the Christmas Stroll.

“My parents are close to the front,” Hayes said now. “They wanted a good view of your tree.” He took her hand and led her through the chattering crowd, until finally they located the McGuire clan.

“You made it,” Hayes’s mom said as he and Pru squeezed in beside the rest of them. She gave Pru a quick hug. “Good to see you, hon. The tree is beautiful. So fun.”

She always made Pru feel so loved. “Good to see you too.”

The crowd stilled as the head of the Nantucket Chamber called for their attention. Behind him was the tree Pru had decorated with mini surfboard ornaments she’d made by hand. She’d kept a summery color palette and a lot of pink and blue lights, and in just a few minutes, it would illuminate Main Street. The following Saturday, it would talk.

Maybe it was a big deal. Pru certainly felt special having Hayes and his family there to celebrate with her.

Pru glanced over at Hayes, who watched in silence, but seemed to be somewhere else entirely.

“You okay?” she whispered as the man speaking handed the microphone off to the Town Crier.

He glanced down at her and frowned. “I told you, I’m fine.” He nudged her with his shoulder. “Stop worrying.”

“Now, join me as we count down together!” the Town Crier said loudly.

They all counted down from ten, and when they reached one, the dimly lit street turned bright white, filled with the magic of Christmas. The crowd gasped in response as the high school’s a cappella group began to sing “Joy to the World.”

The McGuire family sang along with excited fervor, but after a minute or two, Pru noticed Hayes’s enthusiasm waned, and she was more certain than ever that something was bothering him. He must’ve noticed her watching him because he quickly started up again, grinning a little too widely.

She shoved her worry aside and joined in, their voices ringing out in the chilly night air. They sang several more traditional Christmas carols, and Pru couldn’t help but savor the moment. It had been so long since she’d spent the holidays with friends who