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tenth, so…fifteen days.”
    “That long?” He dragged out the words as if he could barely hang on all those weeks.
    “The time will fly by, Gabe. I promise.”
    “Excuse me,” Jake said as he turned to answer a customer’s question. Her query was about the price of the robot, and the woman had nearly the same reaction as Holly. Two hundred and fifty dollars! A lot of money for a toy. Still, in Gabe’s case it would be worth it.
    Mrs. Miracle brought out the display robot to demonstrate again, and Gabe and a second youngster watched with rapt attention. The older woman was a marvel, a natural with children.
    “So, you’re the manager here,” Holly said once Jake was free.
    He nodded. “How’d you guess?” he asked with a grin.
    “Your badge, among other things.” She smiled back at him. “I was just thinking how smart you were to place Santa next to the toy section.”
    “That wasn’t my idea,” Jake said. “Santa’s been in that location for years.”
    “What about the Intellytron display across from the elevator?”
    “Now, that was my idea.”
    “I thought as much.”
    Jake seemed pleased that she’d noticed. “I’m hoping it really takes off.”
    “Well, if Gabe’s interest is any indication, I’m sure it will.”
    He seemed to appreciate her vote of confidence.
    “Look!” Gabe said, grabbing Holly’s hand. He pointed to a couple who were removing a boxed unit of Intellytron from the display. “My robot will still be here by Christmas, won’t he?”
    “Absolutely,” she assured him.
    Jake winked at her as Mrs. Miracle led the young couple toward the cash register.
    “Hiring Mrs. Miracle was a smart move, too,” she said.
    “Oh, I can’t really take credit for that,” Jake responded.
    “Well, you’re lucky, then. She’s exactly right for the toy department. It’s like having someone’s grandmother here.She’s helping parents fulfill all their children’s Christmas wishes.”
    Jack glanced at the older woman, then slowly nodded. “I guess so,” he said, sounding a bit uncertain.
    “Haven’t you seen the way kids immediately take to her?” Holly asked.
    “Not only can’t I take credit for her being here, it’s actually a mistake.”
    “A mistake,” Holly echoed. “You’re joking! She’s perfect. It wouldn’t surprise me if you sold out the whole toy department with her working here.”
    “Really?” He said this as if Holly had given him something to think about.
    “I love her name, too. Mrs. Miracle—it has such a nice Christmas sound.”
    “That’s a mistake, as well. Her name’s not really Miracle. HR spelled it wrong on her badge, and I asked that it be corrected.”
    “Oh, let her keep the badge,” Holly urged. “Mrs. Miracle. It couldn’t be more appropriate.”
    Jake nodded again. “Perhaps you’re right.”
    Mrs. Miracle finished the sale and joined them. “Very nice meeting you, Gabe and Holly,” she said warmly.
    Holly didn’t remember giving the older woman her name. Gabe must have mentioned it.
    “You, too, Emily,” she said.
    “Oh, please,” she said with a charming smile. “Just call me Mrs. Miracle.”
    “Okay,” Gabe piped up. “We will.”

Four
    Lead me not into temptation.
    I can find the way myself.
    —J. R. Finley
    “I thought we’d bake cookies today,” Holly said on Saturday morning as Gabe sat at the kitchen counter eating his breakfast cereal. When he didn’t think she was looking, he picked up the bowl and slurped what was left of his milk.
    “Cookies?” Gabe said, frowning. “Can’t we just buy them?”
    “We could,” Holly answered, “but I figured it would be fun to bake them ourselves.”
    Gabe didn’t seem convinced. “Dad and I always got ours at the store. We never had to work to get them.”
    “But it’s fun,” Holly insisted, unwilling to give up quite so easily. “You can roll out the dough. I even have special cookie cutters. After the cookies are baked and they’ve cooled down, we can