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sign turned off. Daisy shot Cormac a triumphant glance. “It’s off now!” She unfastened her seatbelt and tried to slide from her seat.
    Cormac put out a hand to stop her. “Daisy.”
    “I just want to know why he’s going to Montana.”
    He counted to five, and then to ten. “Why don’t we let him be? It’s a long flight and I’m sure he’d like to just close his eyes and relax. In fact, why don’t we close our eyes, too, and get some sleep so that we arrive in Bozeman rested—” he broke off as he felt her small body shudder.
    “Daisy?” He lifted her chin; tears were falling. “Why are you crying?”
    “Because I need to tell him what I want for Christmas and you won’t let me.”
    “How do we even know he’s the real Santa? Maybe he’s just an elf—”
    “He’s not an elf! He’s Santa Claus. Look at him.” She jabbed a finger in the old man’s direction. “He has blue eyes and pink cheeks and a big white beard.”
    “Then where is his red suit?”
    “At the North Pole with the reindeer!” Daisy was losing patience. “Now, will you please let me talk to him?”
    Cormac held his breath as Daisy slipped past his legs and stepped into the aisle to stand next to the old man’s side.
    The man’s blue eyes twinkled at her. “Hello.”
    She smiled shyly. “Hi.”
    “How are you?”
    “I’m good.” She hesitated and her smile faded, her expression growing serious. “I need to tell you something.”
    “I’m all ears,” he said, leaning towards her.
    Daisy stood on tiptoe and cupping her hand near her mouth, whispered in his ear.
    “I see,” the old man said after a moment.
    Daisy whispered something else in his ear.
    The old man looked thoughtfully at Daisy, then Cormac, and back to Daisy again. “We will see what we can do.”
    “Thank you, Santa.” She kissed his cheek and then scooted past Cormac’s knees to take her seat.
    “I told him,” she said smugly, buckling her seatbelt. “I told him what I wanted, and he’s going to see what he can do.”
    “And what did you ask him for?”
    “It’s a surprise.”
    “I’m your dad. Can’t I know?”
    “No. Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” She tightened the seatbelt and then sighed, pleased with herself. “But it’s going to be good. In fact, it’s going to be the best Christmas ever.”
    “Daisy, honey, he didn’t promise anything. He just said he’d see what he could do.”
    “Yes, but he will. He’s Santa Claus.”
    *
    Whitney shivered, chilly despite her long, down-filled coat, as she walked from the Graff to the Crookshank Building. It was a blustery Friday morning, and the ever-present wind whistled and snapped, grabbing at the line of lights the city crew was valiantly attempting to hang the length of Main Street.
    Thanksgiving was just six days away now and downtown Marietta was being decked in holiday finery in preparation for the parade that would take place a week from today, heralding the arrival of Santa Claus and the official start of the Christmas holidays.
    The weather forecast said it could snow next week, too. It was definitely cold enough for snow today, but the big Montana sky was a stunning deep blue without a cloud in sight.
    After getting her coffee from Java Café, she paused in front of Copper Mountain Chocolates to once again admire the fat chocolate turkeys and foil-wrapped leaves. Josie had told her that they served the best hot cocoa at Copper Mountain Chocolates, but Whitney had yet to go in. But she’d have to soon. Chocolate was her weakness. She wouldn’t be able to resist forever.
    Fortunately, things were progressing nicely at the Crookshank Building. Josie was already on site when Whitney arrived, with stone and tile samples for Whitney’s approval. There were four different sets of bathrooms—a public one on the ground floor, and then employee bathrooms on each floor –plus the kitchen on the third floor for the staff but Whitney wasn’t a fan of the stone Josie was