“Wherever did you find one?” J.R. asked Mickey. The older man stepped forward and extended his hand. “J. R. Finley,” he said.
“He bought it at Finley’s,” Jake answered in a confused tone.
“Our department store?” J.R. sounded incredulous. “When?”
“My guess is that it was late on Christmas Eve.” Again, Jake supplied the answer.
“And how do you know all this?” Holly had a few questions of her own.
“Because that’s the gift wrap Mrs. Miracle used.”
“But…who sold it to him?” J.R. appeared completely befuddled by this latest development.
“Mrs. Miracle,” Jake and Holly murmured simultaneously.
“He’s right,” Mickey said as he sat on the couch next to his son, who remained on the floor. “I remember her name badge. Mrs. Miracle. We talked for a few minutes.”
Thankfully, Gabe was too involved with his robot to listen.
“I had a chance to go into the city yesterday,” Mickey told them.
“Wait.” Holly held up her hand. “You’ve got some splainin’ to do, Lieutenant Larson. Why are you in New York in the first place?”
Mickey laughed. “Don’t tell me you don’t want me here?”
“No, no, of course I do! But you might’ve said something.”
“I couldn’t.”
“Security reasons?” Holly asked.
“No, just that I wasn’t sure I’d get the leave I was hoping for. I’ve been sent back for specialized training—I’ll be at Fort Dix for the next six weeks. I didn’t want to say anything to Gabe yet, in case it fell through. I could tell from his emails that he was starting to adjust to life here with you. It would’ve been cruel to raise his hopes, only to have Uncle Sam dash them. Turns out I was on duty until nine this morning…so here I am. I thought I’d bring Gabe his Christmas surprise.”
“You might’ve mentioned it to me,” Holly said with more than a little consternation.
“True, but I had to take your poor track record with keeping secrets into consideration.”
“I can keep a secret,” she insisted.
“Oh, yeah? What about the time you told Candi Johnson I had a crush on her?”
“I was twelve years old!”
Jake chuckled and she sent him a stern look. If Mickey had asked her not to say anything about his possible visit, she wouldn’t have uttered a word. Then it occurred to her that he’d hinted at it when he referred to the surprise he was sending Gabe. Fantastic, stupendous, exhilarating though this was, a Christmas visit was the last thing she’d expected.
“But why buy the robot?” Holly asked. “I told you I’d get it for Gabe.”
“Yes, but you were going without lunches—”
“True,” she interrupted, whispering so Gabe wouldn’t hear. “Then Lindy Lee had a change of heart and decided to give me a Christmas bonus, after all.”
Mickey shrugged. “You didn’t say anything to me. Not that it matters because I wanted to get this for Gabe.”
“I didn’t tell you I received my bonus?”
“You’ve done enough for the two of us,” Mickey told her, his eyes warm with appreciation. “I didn’t want to burden you with the added expense of Christmas.”
“Hey, Holly, that means Finley’s owes you two hundred and fifty dollars,” Jake said. “Plus tax. By the way, Mickey, did you tell Mrs. Miracle who you were?” he asked, approaching the two of them. He slipped his arm around Holly’s waist and she casually leaned against him.
Mickey shook his head. “Should I have?”
Jake and Holly exchanged a glance, but it was Jake who voiced their question. “How did she know?”
“Know what?” Mickey asked.
“That it was you,” Holly said.
“Look, Dad!” Gabe cried out.
Mickey turned his attention to the robot, who walked smartly toward him, stopped and asked in a tinny voice, “When…do…you…go…back…to…Afghanistan?”
Mickey’s eyes widened. “How’d you make him say that?”
J.R., who’d been working with Gabe, grinned at Mickey. “I programmed him,” Gabe announced proudly. “Mr. Finley helped, but he said I can do it on my own now that I know how.”
“You managed to get the robot to do that already?”
“He does all kinds of cool tricks, Dad. Watch.”
While Mickey and Gabe were engaged in programming the robot, Jake and Holly stepped into the kitchen.
“She couldn’t have known Mickey was Gabe’s father.” Jake’s face was clouded with doubt. “Could she?”
Holly didn’t have an answer.
Jake continued, still frowning. “I tried to reach her, but the phone number she listed with HR wasn’t in service.”
“Then ask her when you see her again,” Holly said. Jake had mentioned that, as seasonal help, Emily Miracle would be working until after inventory had been completed in January.
“I won’t be able to,” Jake told her. “When I went to HR for her personal information, I discovered that she’d handed in her notice. Christmas Eve was her last day.”
“But…” Holly wanted to argue. Surely Mrs. Miracle would’ve said something at dinner the night before. Things didn’t quite add up…. And yet, this wonderful woman had done so much to brighten their Christmas.
Before she could comment, the doorbell rang again. Holly chuckled, not even daring to guess who it might be this time. Her apartment was turning into Grand Central Station. If she had to guess, the last person to cross her mind would’ve been…
“Lindy!” Her employer’s name shot out of Holly’s mouth the second she opened the door.
Lindy Lee smiled hesitantly. “I hope I’m not intruding.”
“You came, you came.” Gabe bounded up from the floor and raced to Lindy Lee’s side, taking her hand.
Lindy gave Holly an apologetic look. “Gabe invited me and since I, uh, didn’t have any commitments, I thought I’d stop by for a few minutes and wish you all a Merry Christmas.” She glanced about the room. “I see you already have a houseful.”
“I’m Gabe’s father,” Mickey said, stepping forward. “Holly’s brother.” He set his hands on Gabe’s shoulders.
“She’s the lady I wrote you about,” Gabe said, twisting around and looking up at his father. “Isn’t she pretty?”
“Yes, she is….” Mickey seemed unable to take his eyes off Lindy Lee.
Holly wouldn’t have believed it possible, but Lindy actually blushed.
“Thank you,” the designer murmured.
“Make yourself at home,” Holly said. “I was just about to serve some eggnog. Would you like a glass?”
“Are you sure it won’t be any bother?”
“She’s sure,” Gabe said, dragging Lindy Lee toward the couch. “Here, sit next to my dad.” He patted an empty space on the sofa. “Dad, you sit here.”
Mickey smiled at Lindy Lee. “I guess we’ve got our orders.”
“Yes, sir,” Lindy joked, winking at Gabe.
“You know what she said to me, Dad?”
“What?”
“I said,” Lindy Lee supplied, “that I need a little boy in my life. A little boy just like Gabe.”
Holly wondered if she’d heard correctly. This woman who looked identical to her employer sounded nothing like the Lindy Lee she knew. Gone was the dictatorial, demanding tyrant who ran her fashion-design business with military precision. She’d either been taken over by aliens or Lindy Lee had a gentle side that she kept hidden and revealed only on rare occasions. Like Christmas…
An hour later, during a private moment in the kitchen, Jake gave Holly a gift—a cameo that had once belonged to his mother. He said J.R. had given it to him for this very purpose the night before. Holly was thrilled, honored, humbled. She held her breath as he put the cameo on its gold chain around her neck. Holly didn’t have anything for him, but Jake said all he wanted was a kiss, and she was happy to comply.
Two
hours after that, the small group gathered around the table laden with Christmas fare, including several bottles of exceptional wine brought by Jake and his father. Gabe sat between Mickey and Lindy Lee and chatted nonstop, while J.R. and Jake sat with Holly between them. They took turns saying grace, then took turns again, passing serving dishes to one another.
Amid the clinking of silverware on china and the animated conversation and laughter, Gabe’s voice suddenly rose.
“Mrs. Miracle was right,” he declared after his first bite of turkey. “This is the best Christmas ever.”
Emily Merkle reached for her suitcase and started down the long road. Her job in New York was finished, and it had gone even better than she’d expected. Holly and Jake were falling in love. J.R. had more interest in anticipating the future than reliving the pain of the past. Mickey had met Lindy Lee, and Gabe had settled in nicely with his aunt Holly.
Emily hadn’t walked far when she was joined by two others, a beautiful woman and a ten-year-old girl. Kaitlyn skipped gracefully at her mother’s side, holding Helene’s hand.
“All is well,” Emily told the other woman. “J.R. and Jake will celebrate Christmas from now on. It was a big leap for J.R., but once the grandchildren arrive, he will lavish them with love.”
“Jake will marry Holly?” she asked.
Emily nodded. “They’ll have many years together.”
“You chose well for my son.”
Emily nodded in agreement. Jake and Holly were a good match and they’d bring out the best in each other.
The other woman smiled contentedly. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“It was my pleasure,” Emily told her.
And it truly was.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-6885-6
CALL ME MRS. MIRACLE
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