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  “Will they get to meet Charles?”

  “Of course.” Sarah smiled. “They already know all about him. Just between you and me, they’re coming to check him out.”

  “Does he know this?”

  “Kind of. At least the skiing part. He even promised to go to Breckenridge with us.”

  “Fun!”

  Sarah frowned. “Charles has always been a great skier. But I don’t know how he’ll handle the Mitchell Family Inquisition. They’re not a shy bunch.”

  Amanda laughed. “He’ll be great at that, too. You know when he turns on the charm, he can win anybody over. Besides, there’s not many who don’t like him.”

  Sarah beamed. “Thanks, Mandy. I’m so happy we became good friends.”

  “Me, too.”

  “What are you shopping for?”

  “Nick’s sister invited us for Thanksgiving dinner. Since it’s three days away and I haven’t picked up a hostess gift yet, that tops my list.”

  The girls agreed the spirit of the Christmas season appeared earlier and earlier every year but marveled at how it overflowed at the mall. Ornaments decorated doorways and filled store windows. Colorful sparkling lights hung from Christmas trees. Holiday singers dressed as English carolers echoed their talents throughout the corridors. Santa and his elf-helpers greeted children and passed out candy canes.

  By the time the day ended, Sarah purchased a new ski jacket, hat and gloves and a few small gifts for the staff. “Only a million more things to get.” She laughed.

  Amanda found a Lennox holiday dessert plate and coffee mug set for Monica, service for eight, and had the sales girl wrap it. “I hope she likes it.”

  “That’s a very generous gift, Mandy. Sounds like you might be trying to make a good impression.”

  She just smiled.

  On their way up the mountain to Crestview, Sarah said, “Is this Nick thing serious?”

  A quick nod was followed with, “Looks like it’s headed that way.”

  “I’m happy for you, Mandy.” She paused. “I wish I could say the same thing about me and my significant other.”

  “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Sarah. He’s crazy about you.”

  “And me about him. It’s just that he never wants to discuss any touchy feely stuff. Is Nick like that?”

  “Actually, he’s very talkative. Sometimes, I think he over-analyzes a situation. But he does share his feelings.”

  “That’s a plus as I see. Even though Charles and I get along well enough, he sometimes acts like he’s keeping secrets. I don’t like that.”

  “It’s funny you mention keeping things a secret. Nick and I had a similar discussion about how much we should reveal about ourselves. We agreed both of us have past histories with people we’d like to forget and that we’d tell on a need to know basis—if at all. So don’t worry about it.”

  Sarah’s face turned somber. “To tell you the truth, Amanda, I always thought he had a thing for you. For a long time, you were all he talked about.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, even before you came back on the scene. He’d ramble on about you and your grandfather, but mostly you. I thought it quite strange, almost obsessive behavior. It used to drive me crazy, so much so that I didn’t want to know you. When you showed up and I met you and we hit it off so well from the beginning, I felt awful.”

  “Charlie can be anal at times. But now, you know he thinks he’s my big brother, always has, even when Poppy was here. I believe the both of them often conspired together about how to run my life.”

  “No kidding. Look at how he’s still doing it, trying to protect you from the dangerous and reckless Nick Dalton.”

  Amanda trusted Sarah enough to ask, “Did Charles tell you about our latest brother-sister conversation?”

  “He did, and believe me, I want you to know I tried to help him understand you and Nick a little better. The only thing...I was there with him when he heard all that nasty stuff. At first, we were both upset and didn’t know what to do. I told him she sounded like a jealous girlfriend talking and that how she described Nick didn’t make any sense. I also suggested he make time to get to know Nick, and if he did, he’d probably like him as much as I do.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes. I also told him to give you some credit for knowing who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.”

  Amanda signaled and eased the car over to the side of the road. “How’d he react to that?”

  “Actually, he didn’t say much. When I’m right about something, he quiets down.” Sarah smiled. “I have that strange power over him.”

  The two girls giggled, then Amanda gave her friend a hug. “Thank you, Sarah. Thank you.”

  “What’s this for?”

  “I got to thinking about what Charles said and even doubting my own judgment. You know, love is blind and all.” She sighed. “But deep down, I knew I was right. You, my dear friend, just helped validate me and my feelings.”

  Sarah smiled. “What are friends for if not to be there for one another?”

  Amanda checked the side view mirror for oncoming traffic then pulled back onto the road. “They’re both so special to me. I wish they’d get along better.”

  “Give them time,” Sarah said. “I bet they become best friends.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Late one afternoon, Nick called Amanda to tell her he’d not be getting back to Crestview. He explained that Phil would be out of town for ten days and had asked him to finish up the end of the month stats, set up a few appointments for when he returns, and pick up some papers that need to be sent over-night to him in Vegas. “He and his wife are leaving for Vegas tonight. They’re meeting up with Phil’s parents. Guess they’re all going to spend the holiday there.”

  “No traditional gathering for the Bristols?”

  “Not this year. From what I gather, it’s primarily a business trip. Supposed to be meeting with some casino bigwigs—all friends of his father, whom I understand were Bristol senior clients back in the old days.”

  “Do you think he’s going to expand the company to Vegas?”

  “No indication things are leaning that way. Hope he’s not planning a move out there. If he does, I’d be out a job.”

  “No, you wouldn’t. We could work together at the business.”

  He chuckled. “Thank you, my dear. I knew I could count on you for the right response, and I appreciate your concern about my career. But let’s not jump the gun. Besides, what would Charles think about that?”

  “Granted, we don’t have any grounds for this conversation, Nick, but I think it’s safe to say Charlie would adjust. He’ll do most anything I ask of him, you know that.”

  “Of course he would. You’re the boss.”

  “That’s not what I meant. He and I have a great working relationship, and you know—”

  He interrupted. “But you hold more clout.”

  “Nick, let’s not go there. Let’s talk about just how late you’re going to be. Will you drive up the mountain after you finish up?”

  “Probably be too late. I’ll crash at the company condo and head out in the morning.”

  “I’ll miss you. I was hoping to see you tonight.”

  Her heavy discontented sigh opened the door for Nick to tease her with his love-banter.

  “Does that mean what I hope it means?”

  She giggled. “You’ll never know, will you?”

  He quickly added, “I could change my plans.”

  “Ah, yes, I’m sure with a little encouragement from me, you would.”

  “So I’m hearing you don’t want me around? You know how to hurt a guy, don’t you?”

  “Little ole me?” she teased back.

  “Definitely, you.”

  She deliberately didn’t respond. She let the silence answer for her.

  “See what I mean?” he continued. “You’re deliberately sending me a mixed message. Yet, I can hear that beguiling smile
of yours.”

  “Now, now, Mr. Dalton, don’t jump to conclusions.”

  “Right.” He paused then added, “Before I forget, we are still going to my sister’s tomorrow, aren’t we?”

  “Of course. I’m looking forward to seeing your family again.”

  “If I know my sister, she’s got a jumbo feast planned for our dinner.”

  Amanda laughed.

  “Listen, sweetheart, I’ve got to get busy. I love you and will be dreaming about what I’m missing tonight.”

  “You’re absolutely wicked.”

  * * *

  On the way up to his sister’s, Nick warned her about the Turkey Day festivities at her house. “They’re always impressive. Food with all the fixings, from appetizers to wine and a variety desserts for at least twenty people—oddly enough, our family only consists of four. Me, Monica, Jeff and my niece, Lori. This year, you are our welcomed guest, and I must warn you, you are expected to hold up your end to help consume the Thanksgiving offerings in Dalton style.”

  She laughed. “I’ll do my best and try not to embarrass you.”

  “Another heads up—we usually wind up playing board games. We are a highly competitive group filled with a spirited yet friendly rivalry.”

  “I can handle that, too.”

  Sometimes, Nick would spend the night. Other times, he’d off to his own, self-built log cabin in nearby Evergreen. However, this year, he knew would be different—filled with surprises for everyone.

  The happy couple set out for his sister’s early Thursday afternoon. When his truck rolled to a stop in Monica’s driveway, he turned off the motor, removed the keys, then turned to her.

  “This is your first big holiday without your grandfather. Are you all right?”

  Amanda’s eyes pooled, but she nodded. “I have you now.”

  He drew her close and kissed her with a gentleness that confirmed his concern. “Yes, you do, Miss Conifer. And just in case I haven’t told you today, I love you.”

  She kissed him back. “And I love you.”

  He reached over the back seat and pulled up a shopping bag filled with gifts and a strange-looking, long, narrow box.

  “What are these for? Didn’t I tell you I bought a house gift?”

  “Yes, and Monica will love it.” He shook the bag. “This is something different. Little mementos for everyone special to me.”

  She pretended to feel through the bag. “Looks very interesting. Anything for me?”

  He laughed and gave her a peck on her nose. “For me to know and you to find out.”

  Once on the front porch, she rang the doorbell.

  Nick took advantage of the waiting time and pulled her close once again. “You’re the best thing that has come into my life.”

  This time, his lingering kiss stirred her passion.

  Monica opened the door, ending the magic of the moment. “Well, look who’s here.”

  Blushing Amanda asked, “Is this embarrassing or what?”

  Monica smiled. “Think nothing of it. I remember those days when passion and lust just oozed a necessity for being.” She laughed. “We’re a kissing family from way back.” Then giving her brother a look that only sisters can get away with, added, “Only our kisses are never as potent as that one.”

  “Pay no attention to her, Mandy. She’s jealous.”

  Amanda handed Monica the gift and thanked her for the invitation. They exchanged hugs.

  Nick sniffed the air. “Ah,” he moaned with delight. “This is going to be an unadulterated pig-out.”

  He took their coats, hung them in the hall closet, and placed his gifts next to a nearby table. “I’m starving. Where is that bird?” He flapped his elbows and gobbled, then headed straight to the kitchen. The girls followed.

  “I love presents,” Monica said. Then, like a child at a birthday party, she opened the gift. “Oh, Amanda, they’re lovely.” She held up a Lennox holiday dessert plate and coffee mug set, service for eight. “We’ll use them for tonight’s dessert.”

  “What might that be, dear sister?”

  Motioning them to the kitchen, she answered, “Your choice. There’s pumpkin, apple, pecan pie, or cheesecake.”

  Nick rolled his eyes, licked his lips, and glanced at Amanda. “Didn’t I tell you she’s a cooking maniac? I’m putting in my order now. One of each with ice cream on the side.”

  Jeff placed the golden brown bird on the counter to cool just as they entered. “That’s exactly what I said.”

  * * *

  Dinner had been a culinary success, and afterwards, everyone pitched in to clear the table, store the leftovers, load the dishwasher, and serve dessert. Nick’s niece, Lori set the table with Amanda’s festive dessert plates and matching mugs. Monica put up a pot of coffee. Jeff carried out the goodies. To everyone’s surprise, Nick set a present in front of Monica and Lori’s place at the table and one alongside Jeff’s chair.

  “Gather around, folks,” he began. “This year, I’d like to take a moment to thank you all for being part of my life and for helping me through a difficult year.”

  Lori couldn’t hide her teenage excitement. “Can we open them now?”

  “Of course, but one at a time, and read the cards out loud.”

  “I’ll go first,” Lori squealed then read the note on her package. “You’re a treasure to your parents and me. Thanks for taking care of Maxine when she needed special attention. Luv ya, Uncle Nick.”

  She ripped off the wrapping paper to expose a box shaped like a treasure chest. She opened it and found a $100 gift card. She jumped up and ran to the other side of the table, threw her arms around him, and smothered him with a half dozen kisses. “Thanks, Uncle Nick. This is exactly what I need. I know just how I’m going to spend this.”

  Monica read the card on the small box in front of her. “To the best sister a guy could have. Luv, Nick.” She tore through the paper to discover a gold and silver watch. She slipped it on and walked around the table, gave him a hug. “Thanks, it’s perfect. Exactly what I need.”

  “I know,” he said. “Now, if you remember to wear it, you’ll always be on time.”

  “You do know your sister, don’t you?” Jeff asked as he removed the card from the tube-like package in front of him. He read, “You’re not only my brother-in-law, you’re my friend. Thanks for ‘putt-ing’ up with me all these years. Nick.’ Jeff’s box revealed a new putter. “This is great. Just the one I’ve been wanting for quite some time now.” He shook Nick’s hand then gave a few practice swings. “Feels great.”

  Amanda delighted in watching Nick with his family. She cheered and clapped along with everyone, fighting back the tears as her thoughts wandered to her grandfather. If only he could be here now. There would be no doubt. This was the real Nick Dalton, the man she’d come to love, truly love.

  “Where’s Amanda’s gift, Uncle Nick? She’s been a big part of your life, too, hasn’t she?”

  “Don’t rush me.” Nick gingerly reached into his shopping bag. He placed a shoebox-sized gift wrapped in silver paper with a large white bow in front of her.

  “I’m flattered, Nick. But I’m not family.”

  “Open it anyway, Amanda. All girls like presents.” Lori jumped up. “Want me to do it for you?”

  “Thanks, but I can handle it.” Amanda smiled then read the card first. “Thanks for coming into my life. I’ve waited a long time for someone like you. LOVE YA, Nick.”

  Carefully, she removed the bow and paper the separated the inside tissue paper. She stared at its contents, then let her smile beam through the tears streaming down her cheeks.

  “Let’s see what it is,” Lori said.

  Amanda reached into the box, lifted out another card, turned it so the others at the table could read the gold-glitter message he’d obviously made, and said, “Yes, Nick. I will marry you.”

  Nick pushed back his chair and assumed the traditional proposal position. He reached into his pocket, fumbled about, then drew
out a diamond ring. “You are my once-forever person, Amanda Conifer. Please accept this ring as a promise of my love and devotion.”

  He slipped the ring onto her finger and kissed her hand. The sparkling solitaire diamond caressed her ring finger. A perfect fit.

  “It’s beautiful, Nick. I love it, and I love you.”

  Both rose and embraced. Their kiss was interrupted. Jubilant cries of congratulations echoed through the house. They all rushed to hug both of them.

  “I had a feeling this was coming, but I thought it’d be at Christmas.” Monica hugged her brother and sister-in-law-to-be. “Nice job, Nick!”

  Jeff kissed Amanda. “Welcome to the family! At last, I’ve got some support, someone to help me survive the insanity!”

  Lori took hold of Amanda’s hand and examined the ring. “It’s gorgeous! When’s the wedding?”

  Nick motioned for everyone to be quiet. “We’ll let you know as soon as we decide. For now, I just hope Amanda understands I proposed this way because I wanted everyone that matters to me to be part of this once in a lifetime moment.” He drew her close to him. “I love you more than anyone, Amanda, and I wanted everyone to know.”

  Their lips met again in a sweet, gentle, loved-filled kiss.

  After several seconds, Monica interrupted. “Okay, you two. Break it up. Save this mushy stuff for later.”

  Nick tilted his head toward her. “Sometimes, sisters aren’t much fun.”

  Ignoring him, Monica turned to Amanda. “May I see your ring?” she asked.

  Amanda extended her left hand.

  Monica smiled and glanced to her brother. “It’s Mom’s.”

  He took Amanda’s hand in his. “Now you know how serious I am about this woman.”

  Amanda slid her hand from his. “Your mother’s? This is a family heirloom. Maybe you should save it.”

  “I have saved it—for the right person. It’s yours unless you object. In that case, I’ll get you another one.”

  “Oh, Nick. I love it. You know how I feel about family and tradition. It’s just….”

  “Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind, already?”

  “I’d never do that!”