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inseparable, even attending college together before making their way to Denver for work.
    He was sure Whitney had concerns about living in his hometown as well. Marietta was a small place and everyone knew the Sheenans. Back when they were dating, she’d spent quite a few weekends in Marietta with him and had gotten to know his family, too. His brothers had liked her. His dad had liked her. Everyone in town who’d met her liked her.
    But then, Cormac had yet to meet someone who didn’t like her. This past week he’d received a flood of rather passionate emails from her team at Sheenan Media, asking him to keep her on, urging him to convince her to stay, detailing how important she was to the publishing group. They all loved her, and the emails mentioned her vision, her respect for others, her kindness. Her immediate team felt valued, and validated. She was a level-headed manager that got things done without stepping on toes.
    After a half dozen emails, Cormac could recite Whitney’s virtues by heart.
    Smart. Insightful. Thoughtful. Inspirational. Focused. A true leader. Generous. Sensitive. Professional. Compassionate.
    She was a veritable saint.
    He…not so much.
    “Dad,” Daisy whispered, tugging on his hand. “Look.”
    “Hmmm?”
    “Look.” Her voice was soft and reverent.
    Cormac opened his eyes, glanced down at Daisy and then followed her gaze. He immediately understood her wonder.
    On the aisle across from them sat a big, white-bearded man with a big round belly. He had round cheeks to match his belly, and thick white hair that curled a bit around his forehead and nape. Swap the bearded man’s plaid flannel shirt and khaki trousers for a red wool suit and he’d look just like Santa Claus.
    “Daddy,” she breathed again. “Do you know who that is?”
    Cormac was so damn tired he could barely see straight but the awe in Daisy’s voice made the corner of his mouth lift. Despite all the tragedy in her life, she was still so innocent and full of hope and joy.
    “Who do you think it is?” he answered.
    She looked up at him rather indignant. “You don’t know?”
    “I just wondered if you knew.”
    “ Yes. It’s Santa.” She leaned forward in her seat, studying him. “Where do you think he’s going?”
    Cormac closed his eyes, settling back in his seat. “Bozeman.”
    Daisy grabbed his forearm. “I’m serious.”
    “Me, too.” He opened an eye. “This plane is going to Bozeman, Montana. Which means he’s going, too.”
    “Why is he flying in a plane? Why isn’t he using reindeer?”
    “Maybe his reindeer are on vacation. Or maybe he’s just more comfortable in an airplane than in an open sleigh. Montana is cold this time of year. There will probably be snow on the ground.”
    She made a scoffing sound. “He lives at the North Pole. Santa and the reindeer are used to cold. They live in snow.” She leaned as far forward as she could and lifted her hand, just barely wiggling her fingers.
    Cormac suppressed a groan. It was one thing to stare at the old man, but to wave at him? “Don’t,” he said, pressing her hand down. “Leave him be.”
    “Why? He loves children.”
    “He’s not Jesus, Daisy.”
    “I know. But he’s Jesus’ helper. He brings gifts to kids who are good and loving.” Daisy gave Cormac a disdainful look. “And he’s going to bring you nothing because you’re not being nice.”
    “I’m not being mean.”
    “You are. Santa likes me. See? He’s waving back at me.”
    Cormac turned his head and indeed, the white-bearded, red-cheeked, heavyset older man was smiling at Daisy and lifting his hand in acknowledgement as if he were the real thing.
    Cormac struggled to hide his irritation. He could understand why Daisy was enthralled—a child’s innocence and imagination and all that—but the old guy, he should know better. He didn’t need to encourage Daisy.
    “I want to talk to him,” Daisy said.
    “The seatbelt sign is on.”
    And just then the seatbelt