The Mistletoe Kiss

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“Now, tell me, what’s all this secrecy about?”

“I will, but I might as well wait until we get to John and Elizabeth’s, because we want their help, too.”

“Their help? What is this all about?” Matt sounded almost impatient.

“You’ll see.” They turned the corner and she continued, “We’re almost there and I’ll only need to tell it once.”

“Oh, all right. I suppose you’re right.”

Millicent giggled. “Why, Matt, did you actually admit I might be right about something?”

“I never said you couldn’t be.”

“No, but—” She shook her head.

“But what?”

“Nothing. It’s not important.” She didn’t want to ruin the evening. He’d told her she was right—there was no need to rub it in. “Let’s hurry so I can let Elizabeth and John in on the secret, too.”

Matt grasped her elbow and did as she asked, causing her to pick up her pace to keep up with him. She was almost breathless when they arrived at the Talbots’, but John opened the door as soon as she knocked and they were quickly welcomed inside.

* * *

Millicent and Matt were shown into the Talbots’ parlor, where Elizabeth had tea ready to serve.

“How did you know when we’d be here?” Millicent asked. “I forgot to telephone and let you know.”

“I took care of the task while you were upstairs.” Matt grinned at Millicent.

“Thank you for minding my manners for me, Matt,” Millicent said.

He chuckled. “My pleasure, I assure you.”

“And I’m glad you put on the kettle, Elizabeth. I think I could use a cup of tea.” Maybe it would calm her nerves. “But first, I want to give you these. I hope they’ll fit your first article.”

She handed the packet of photographs to John and he lost no time in opening it. Millicent watched as he looked at the first one and handed it over to Elizabeth. John did the same thing with each photo, all without saying anything. Then he and Elizabeth both looked up at the same time and grinned.

“These are wonderful, Millicent. It’s going to be hard to choose which ones to use,” John said.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Elizabeth said. “I really like the one you got of Matt talking to his men, and the shot of John and I speaking to Burl—and the ones of Central Park and the Statue of Liberty from up so high. What a view!”

“Oh, I’m glad you like them. I was worried you might not find any that would work.”

“May I see them?” Matt asked.

Millicent’s heart began to hammer in her chest and only then did she realize it was his opinion that mattered most to her.

Elizabeth handed them to Matt and then began to pour their tea and pass around the tea cakes she’d made.

Millicent took her cup with trembling fingers as she watched Matt study each photograph. It was impossible to decipher what he was thinking. He began to nod his head and when he looked at her, there was an expression she couldn’t read. She waited for him to speak.

“Elizabeth and John are right. These are very good. I’m glad I’m not the one having to make the decision on which ones to use.”

His words soothed her jitters and surprised her at the same time. She looked at John and Elizabeth. “Maybe I don’t need to take any more for a while?”

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Elizabeth handed her the plate of teacakes to choose from. “You aren’t getting out of this assignment.”

“Besides, there will be changes each time we go. Small or large, we want to capture the progress as it goes,” John said.

Millicent chose a small iced cake, took a bite and sighed. She’d agreed to do this and she wouldn’t back out—no matter how much she might want to.

She watched Matt take two small cakes and pop a whole one into his mouth. He grinned when he caught her gaze on him and this time she had no problem reading his expression. She’d seen it before. The glint in his eyes seemed to be challenging her to say something.

Millicent sat up a little straighter and took another bite of her cake.

“Are you going to tell us your secret before we leave?” Matt asked.

“Secret? What secret?” Elizabeth asked.

Millicent took a sip of tea before answering, “Well, it’s something I and the rest of the ladies of Heaton House thought you might all like to be part of. I started an album for Mrs. Heaton as a Christmas present and then Julia and Emily began to help me with it and we decided this is something everyone could be a part of and we could continue to add albums to the collection through the years.”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea, Millicent. What do we need to do?”

“Well, between the photos I’ve taken since I’ve been there and those Julia has collected over the years, we thought it would be a good idea to get everyone to comment on the ones they’re in, give a memory to the photo. Emily will write the captions in her beautiful handwriting and we’ll add them throughout the album.”

“How are you going to do all of this without Mrs. Heaton knowing?” Matt asked.

“It won’t be easy—at least not with the first albums we give her. We want to get the photos to those who are in them to comment about and we can put them together upstairs of an evening or on a weekend. After we give them to her the first time, she’ll know what we’re doing and we won’t need to be so secretive.”

Elizabeth got up and freshened their tea. “Did you want the other couples to help?”

“Oh, yes. I’d love for them to.”

“Why don’t you plan on coming over here with the photos one evening—John and I can host an album making party and have you all over to work on them.”

“That would be ideal!”

“Won’t you need album supplies—paper and covers and those kind of things?” Matt asked.

“Yes, we will. We thought everyone could chip in on the supplies.”

“I’d be glad to provide them. You and I moved in about the same time and, well, I’ll only be able to comment on the photos that were taken since then, but I really do want to help with this project.”

“I’ll gladly let you help in that way, Matt. Thank you all. Elizabeth, would you mind letting the other couples know what we’re up to?”

“Of course. And I’ll get back to you soon as I find out what night might work best for everyone.”