Her Christmas Soldier -Mistletoe Montana Read Online Hope Ford

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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)

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Her Christmas Soldier - Mistletoe Montana

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Hope Ford

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I don’t do forever. I don’t do Christmas. And I definitely don’t do emotions.
I was a foster child that never had a home, never celebrated a birthday and never felt loved. So when my troops get a Christmas tin full of cookies, I send a thank you email.
That’s what you’re supposed to do when you get a gift, right?
But before I know it, I’m writing back and forth with a sweet, young woman that has hearts in her eyes. I wish I could give her what she wants, but I know that’s not me.
She’s too young and too happy for the likes of me. She’s better off without me and I’m better off alone.
That is, until she shows up at my door and gives me a glimpse of what I’ve been missing.
I can be her Christmas Soldier… but now I’m wondering how I’m going to let her go.
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“How did I let you talk me into this?” I say into the car. I have my phone on Bluetooth, talking to my sister, Alison.

“Uh, because I wasn’t going to let you sit around here and mope, that’s why.” She snorts.

“I wasn’t moping,” I lie to her. Obviously I was moping. Actually I was downright about to go out of my mind.

“Cass, you know that you couldn’t have set here in our Christmassy filled house, opening Christmas gifts and making cookies knowing that Gavin was at his house alone. Let’s be honest. It didn’t take much pushing to get you to go there.”

She’s right. I know she’s right. I would have gone crazy knowing that Gavin Dawson was alone for Christmas. I pull to the side of the road when I get to his street. “I’m on his street,” I tell her, almost holding my breath.

She gasps, and I hear her clapping her hands together excitedly. “Oh, Cassie, this is so exciting!”

I just shake my head and roll my eyes. “Ya know, you are probably supposed to be talking me out of this, right? I’m going to a man’s house, one that I’ve never met and offering to stay a few days with him to bring him Christmas cheer. Like, any other sister would be dead set against this.”

“Cassie, we’ve been over this. You’ve been talking to him for over a year now. He’s a decorated soldier that is coming home for Christmas. I’ve read all your emails, well most of them anyway, and he seems harmless–“

“Harmless! Ha! He’s a trained to kill soldier. You don’t know he’s harmless,” I huff at her.

“Fine, come on home then. If you truly think you should be scared of him, then turn the car around and come home.”

I hold my hands over my face. I know he’s not harmless. But he’s a good man. A year of emailing back and forth would have indicated if he was some kind of psycho or something. He’s not. He’s a good man.

“No, I’m going. I have to,” I tell her. I don’t have to explain it to her. She gets it.

“Good for you, sis. I know you’re nervous, but you’re going to be fine. I’m going to miss spending Christmas with you, but this is definitely more important.”

Which reminds me. I cover my smirk with a cough. “I’m having your Christmas present delivered to you. Actually, it should be there any minute, so I’m going to let you go.”

“Wait, Christmas present, what are you talking about?”

I hear the doorbell ring, and I can’t stop the wide smile from forming. “That’s probably it. I love you, sis. I’ll text you later.”

I hit the hang up button and look at the road in front of me. It’s starting to snow, and already the roads are covered. What are you doing, Cassie? He lives a half mile up the road. You can do this.

Needing some motivation, I open the email app on my phone and go to the Gavin Dawson folder. As soon as I do, I go straight to the email I’ve been rereading for weeks.

Dear Cassie,

I can’t believe we’ve been emailing back and forth for over a year now. I also can’t believe that I’m leaving the Army at the end of next month. I know it’s going to be different. This is the only life I’ve known since I was eighteen years old. So twenty-two years of doing this, something I love, it’s going to be hard leaving it behind.

I know you asked me about my Christmas traditions. First of all, I love how much you love Christmas. Just reading about it in your emails makes me smile. So I don’t want to bum you out when you read this. But I’ve never celebrated Christmas before.

I was raised in foster care and well, we’ll just say it was never a priority with our foster parents. And then when I got into the Army, they do what they can to celebrate it, but well, it’s just not something I’ve ever got into.

Are you still talking to me? I figure you’re going through all my emails and deleting them and then you’re going to block me after that. I’m sorry. I do want you to know that knowing you, talking to you, it’s probably the closest thing I’ve ever gotten to that Christmas magic that people talk about.

I’m going to miss emailing you when I get out. I hope you know how much I appreciate you. Who knew that first tin of cookies you sent me would lead to us “talking” over a year later? I’m a lucky man that your Christmas tradition of sending cookies to people in the Army landed in my lap.

Anyway, now that I’ve completely gone way too sappy, I need to change the subject.