The Klaus Brothers Boxed Set

by penny watson

  Tobias took a step forward. “The Weihnachtsmann must embrace this role with the utmost joy. It is a great honor, but also a complex and difficult task.”

  “We have come to appreciate your talents, young Nicholas. Your passion for cooking is something that brings great pride to all of Glasdorf. No one else in the world can create such delicious Christmas cookies and treats. And it was apparent at the carnival last week that your true gift comes from this ability to bring people joy through your craft in the kitchen, not as Santa Claus.” Gerd looked down at his feet. “I apologize to you for not being more understanding about this issue. Sometimes I fear I am set in my ways.”

  Hector put his arm around Gerd’s shoulders. “One hundred and ninety seven years is a long time to get set in one’s ways, my friend.”

  Ebbe concurred. “I, too, owe you an apology young man. I fear that I may have inadvertently been too harsh with Miss Brewster when discussing the huge responsibility of Santa’s wife and partner. I didn’t mean to scare her away.”

  Nicholas felt as though he were in a fog. “I’m confused. Lucy was afraid?”

  Markus shook his head. “Not afraid, Nicholas. She believed that you would not be able to take over for your father if she remained in Glasdorf—that she posed too big of a distraction. She felt she must sacrifice her own selfish desire to be with you for the good of children who were counting on Santa Claus.”

  “I know, she told me in her note. That’s ridiculous.”

  “I agree. I tried to tell her, but she insisted leaving was the right thing to do.” Markus finished softly, “She was not convinced you loved her, Nicholas.”

  Alena looked shocked. “But why would she question Nicholas’s love for her? He saved her life for goodness sake. And sparks were flying every time they got together.”

  Nicholas swallowed. “Actually, I don’t blame Lucy for that. I never actually told her I loved her. Well, not in English, anyway.”

  Alena shot Nicholas a peeved look. “Nicholas Sebastian Klaus! What were you waiting for?”

  “I don’t know. I messed up.”

  Nicky Sr. slapped his oldest son on the back. “Well, I think the time has come to finally tell her how you feel, Nicholas. Your mother is already planning a winter wedding, and I don’t want her to be disappointed. Got it?”

  “Do you really think she’ll be willing to give up her life in the Sudenwelt to be with me?”

  “I think the red sphere had something to say about the two of you, young man. She hasn’t been wrong yet,” Hector said.

  Nicholas shook his booze-addled head. “I’m still a little confused. If I’m not going to be the next Santa, then who is?”

  “Have you not figured it out, Nicholas? How much Lagavulin did you drink?” Otto asked.

  Wolfie stepped forward. “One of us.” He gestured to all of the brothers. “We decided to let you off the hook, man. I don’t think you’re cut out for that Santa business. We’ll figure out which one of us is best for the job, and then we’ll all pitch in to help out. The way we always do.”

  Nicholas looked incredulously at his brothers. “You would do that for me? I can’t believe it.”

  “Believe it, big brother. Hope you and Lucy don’t mind if I stop by for dinner, say…pretty much every night?” Oskar teased.

  “Yeah, and don’t forget about my New Year’s party.” Gregor grinned sheepishly at his brothers. “By the way, invitations for the whole family are going out in the next couple of days. I hope everyone can make it. It wouldn’t be a celebration without all of you there.”

  Sven turned to Nicholas and clasped his hand. “Why is it so hard to believe we’d do this for you, big brother? You’ve been looking out for us for a long time, Nicholas. It would be a bloody shame if you had to give up the great passion of your life.”

  “Would that be baking or Lucy?” Oskar asked with a cocky smile.

  “Both!” shouted Alena. “Now get to work. As soon as Christmas Eve is over, I expect you to be paying a visit to Eston, New York. I already have the flowers picked out for the church, and the lady’s auxiliary is making a bridal dress fit for a princess. Don’t forget a ring. Sheesh! This time make sure you speak in English!”

  Nicky Sr. put his arm around Nicholas’s shoulders and raised an eyebrow. “Well, what do you think?”

  “I think I have the best family in the world.” Nicholas cleared his throat as he turned to his father. “You don’t mind if I’m not the next Weihnachtsmann? You’ve been grooming me for a long time.”

  “I’d much rather you throw yourself into a life with Lucy, and nurture the talent that brings you the most happiness.”

  “Thanks, Dad. On the off chance that Lucy says yes…”

  “I have a good feeling about that, son.”

  “Well, both of her parents are gone. I’ll bet she would be really touched if you gave her away.”

  The famous dimple popped out on Nicky’s chin. “You can count on it, Nicholas.”

  Lucy lay curled on her side, unable to move. It was five o’clock in the morning on Christmas day. All over the country, small children cautiously ventured into their living rooms, searching for a sign that Santa had visited. They would discover stockings stuffed with candies and peppermint sticks, toy trains racing along their tracks, and a myriad of boxes wrapped in glittery tissue and fluffy bows. Their parents would trail behind, yawning and sipping that first precious cup of coffee. Cameras would capture the joy and exultation, the tears and excitement. Eventually the scent of a holiday bird, gently seasoned with rosemary, marjoram and thyme, would fill the house.

  It seemed impossible to suffer so much from a broken heart, but Lucy was sure that was her ailment. The past week had been pure agony. Everything reminded her of Nicholas. The apples in the pantry, the lumpy sofa in her office, the forgotten basket of vanilla beans from Mexico. Her employees and customers whispered about her in hushed tones. They were convinced she hadn’t fully recovered from her ‘hospitalization.’ She didn’t bother to correct them. It provided an easy explanation for her melancholy.

  Her tiny apartment above the café was drab and sadly lacking in holiday decorations. Usually she celebrated on Christmas Eve by bringing home a tree, and trimming it with paper chains and assorted ornaments she’d collected over the years. She couldn’t muster up the energy for anything more than falling into her bed and quietly crying herself to sleep. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine what Nicholas’s family must be doing on this joyous day, how they would be celebrating. Lucy clutched her sack of magik pebbles, their enchanted qualities having burned out long ago. Now they were just a pile of cold, hard stones.

  A muffled sound from her living room brought her instantly to attention. Oh my God, some one is breaking into my apartment! That’s just what I need. Lucy grabbed a new rolling pin from a box next to her bed and gripped it in her hands.

  A strange light glowed from the living room. She tiptoed down the hallway and stopped dead in her tracks. She blinked her eyes several times and gazed in utter astonishment at the vision in front of her. A nine-foot Christmas tree stood at grand attention in the center of the room. White lights swathed a sweetly scented evergreen, and hundreds of crystal ornaments dangled from the branches. Piles of packages were stacked beneath the spruce, and the soothing sound of Christmas music was playing on her stereo. Lucy sniffed the air and realized that she could smell gingerbread. And coffee, spiced with cinnamon and cloves. On a small antique table next to the tree was a platter of hot gingerbread cookies and a steaming mug of coffee, lightened with cream, just the way she liked it.

  She looked around the room, in the kitchen, even in her cramped bathroom, but the apartment was empty. Lucy sunk to her knees in front of the sparkling tree and looked at a tag on one of the large gifts. To my darling Lucy, The Woman of my Dreams…You’re going to need this when we begin our European adventure…Love, Nicholas.

  Lucy ripped open the package and found a gorgeous leather valise. It was m
onogrammed with her initials. Another box had a travel pack and a passport with her name on it. Next to that was a beautiful new digital camera. The tag read…I can’t wait to take your picture at the Eiffel Tower. Je t’aime toujours, Nicholas. Miniature kitchen gadgets, candies, and hand carved ornaments stuffed a hand knit stocking. All compliments of Sven. Laughing, she carefully opened a box marked fragile. She found a stunning set of Christmas china nestled in mounds of tissue paper. Lots of love, Alena and Nicky Sr.

  A card filled with homemade coupons was propped up on her mantel. Oskar had scribbled one for a free snowboard lesson. Gregor’s note promised a champagne boat cruise of the New York harbor. Wolfgang’s package was postmarked from the Philippines. It was a precious angel that the orphans had made with paper and glitter and glue. He also included a lovely box fashioned from mother-of-pearl. Open me! it read on the front. Inside was a hilarious picture that the brothers had taken inside a mall photo booth, with the inscription Welcome to the Family!

  Lucy could not stop shaking. She sat in a nest of shredded tissue and paper on the floor of her living room and laughed. “Nicholas Klaus! I know you’re here! Don’t keep me waiting another minute!”

  Suddenly, the glint of light reflected off a pair of spectacles from behind the towering evergreen. Nicholas poked his head out from behind the tree and smiled. “How do you like your Christmas surprise?” he asked softly, his eyes suspiciously glassy.

  “Nicholas!” Lucy jumped up and flew into his arms, kicking ribbon and tissue paper out of her way. “Oh God, please forgive me. I should never have left you. I love you, Nicholas, I love you…”

  “Shhh, it’s okay, my sweet. I love you, too.” Nicholas pulled back and gazed into Lucy’s eyes. “You do know that, don’t you?”

  “You never told me.”

  Nicholas pulled her back into his arms and clutched her fiercely. “I was an idiot not to tell you. I was planning to tell you after the carnival, but our conversation didn’t go according to plan.”

  Lucy hiccupped and stroked Nicholas’s face. “I shouldn’t have left you. I was a coward. Markus tried to tell me, but I didn’t listen. I don’t want to jeopardize your job as Weihnachtsmann. I know how important it is.”

  “Lucy, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. One of my brothers is going to take over as Santa. I’m off the hook. I have the blessing of my father, my brothers, and all of the council to continue on as the master chef of Glasdorf. They decided my talents in the kitchen were my best contribution to the North Pole and to the children of the world. Someone else will be better suited as Santa Claus.”

  Lucy was stunned. “Oh my gosh! That’s wonderful. You must be so happy.”

  “Not quite. I am relieved, but my very worst moment was realizing you were gone and out of my life. I know I don’t have the right to ask this of you, Lucy Anne. You’ve worked so hard to make Sweet Inspiration a success. But do you think you might consider…” Nicholas took a deep breath as he rushed on. “Maybe, joining me in Glasdorf? For the rest of your life? As my wife? And, Klaus Küche will be our bakery, together. I promise I’ll be better with the elves. Not so strict. And not so stand-offish with the customers…and…”

  “Oh, Nicholas!” Lucy buried her face in his neck and cried happy tears. “I don’t want you to change, my love. I would be honored to be your wife and live with you in Glasdorf.” She pulled back and kissed him softly on the lips. “I love you just the way you are, Nicholas Klaus.”

  “Ich liebe dich.”

  Lucy pulled back and stared at him. “What does that mean, Nicholas? You said that once before.”

  “It means I love you—in German.”

  Lucy raised an eyebrow. “I think I’d better take a crash course in conversational German. ASAP.”

  Nicholas chuckled and nibbled on her neck, sucking and pulling on the sensitive skin. When he finally released her, Lucy was panting.

  “I have another German word for you, my sweet.”

  “What’s that?” Lucy’s legs felt wobbly.

  “Knutschfleck. It means love bite. I think I’ll give you a nice collection for a Christmas gift. What do you think?”

  Lucy smiled. “Bring it on, Schatzi.”

  Nicholas gazed into Lucy’s eyes, struggling with the realization that the woman of his dreams had just agreed to marry him. And leave behind her life in the Sudenwelt. It was too much. This was truly the most incredible Christmas of his life.

  His vision dropped down to her faded plaid pajamas, and he caught an enticing glimpse of cleavage. “Lucy, I like your holiday pajamas. Very sexy.”

  Lucy laughed. “Uh, Nicholas, these are the most unsexy PJs ever. If I had known you were coming over, I would have surprised you with some alluring lingerie.”

  “Not necessary. These are my favorites.” Nicholas cupped her sweet breasts through the faded flannel, creating a mouth-watering vision, two luscious peaches, ripe and ready for his pleasure. His tongue swiped a path along the intriguing shadow.

  “Really, Nicholas.” Lucy’s voice sounded a bit breathy. “They’re old and ripped.”

  Nicholas dipped a finger inside a rip on the front of her shirt and found a delightfully pebbled nipple begging for his attention.

  “And, they’re missing most of the buttons.”

  Nicholas pushed apart the button-less sides of the shirt, and kissed a path along Lucy’s trembling belly.

  “Also, the elastic is all stretched out on the waist. They’re practically falling down.”

  Nicholas smiled to himself as his hands slipped inside of the pajama pants, brushing the soft material over Lucy’s smooth hips. Her breath was downright choppy now.

  “And, sometimes…” Lucy was having difficulty finishing her sentence.

  “Yes, Lucy Anne, what is it, love?”

  “Sometimes I get too hot with all this flannel. You know what I mean?”

  “Hmm. I certainly do. We don’t want you getting overheated now, do we?” Nicholas pushed Lucy Anne down into the nest of tissue and ribbons on the floor. He slowly pulled off the red flannel pajamas, until Lucy Anne was a naked treat awaiting him under the tree. The glow of blinking lights shone temptingly on her freckled skin and caressed her coppery curls. Quickly he divested himself of his clothes, and blanketed her blushing body with his own.

  He captured her lush bottom lip and sucked it gently, savoring the taste of her honey-sweet mouth. Lucy’s eyes glittered up at him as she returned his tender kisses. Her arms wound around his neck and she pulled him closer, until the most sensitive part of him found her welcoming heat. She arched her back and sighed with pleasure. Nicholas thrust slowly into her body, determined to capture all of her this day, to ensure that she would be with him forever.

  Lucy smiled up at him as he rocked against her, enjoying a slow sensual ride. There was no need to rush. He would shower her with pleasure until she was convinced of his love. He teased her until she begged him to finish, and then he reveled in the feel of her stunning climax and her declaration of love.

  “I missed you so much, Nicholas.” Lucy stroked his beard, with her legs still tightly clasped around him. She wasn’t ready to let him go, and he wasn’t willing to leave.

  “Me, too. This past week was hell. From now on, you’re going to be stuck with me, my sweet. At work, at home…”

  “On vacation! When are we going to Europe?” Lucy giggled joyfully.

  What a damned wonderful sound!

  “Well, Europe would sure make a good honeymoon.”

  Lucy’s eyes lit up. “Honeymoon? Don’t we need to get married first before the honeymoon?”

  Nicholas laughed. “Absolutely. I hope you’re not set on a long engagement.”

  Lucy shook her head. “No. Why?”

  “Because my mother reserved the chapel for our wedding on Boxing Day.”

  Lucy blinked once at Nicholas. “Boxing Day? Isn’t that tomorrow?”

  “Uh huh. What do you think?” Nicholas looked nervously at Lu
cy for her reaction.

  A slow smile spread across her face and she kissed him again. “Perfect. We’ll never forget our anniversary. I can’t wait.”

  Lucy looked across the counter of Klaus Küche at her husband chattering away with a small group of elves. He’d wasted away at least half the morning discussing Greta’s upcoming baby shower. She pulled a miniature notebook out of her front shirt pocket and scribbled a few notes about the party. Greta’s favorite color was yellow, and Lucy was determined to make a mountain of lemon cupcakes for the festivities.

  She stuffed the notebook back into her shirt, and watched Nicholas’s animated conversation. He had really opened up with his workers. It was astounding. They adored him, and production had increased by twelve percent since the New Year. It was wonderful to have all of them at their candle-lit wedding ceremony on Boxing Day. The chapel of St. Nicholas had been filled with a sea of ivory candles, cream-colored roses and all of the elves in Glasdorf. The lady’s auxiliary created the most stunning dress Lucy had ever seen, fashioned from white velvet and a veil made of Bavarian lace. Nicky Sr. had given her away, and all of Nicholas’s brothers had attended, looking like gorgeous giants in their tuxedos.

  Lucy’s honeymoon lasted for three weeks! She and Nicholas rode a gondola in Venice, shared fresh antipasti in Rome, toured a goat farm in the French countryside to taste creamy chèvre, and demolished bars and bars of rich chocolate in Switzerland. The first night of their honeymoon was spent in a Parisian inn, where Nicholas had paid the concierge to fill their room with roses and buckets of champagne. Nicholas liked Lucy’s wedding gift to him—a tiny heart tattoo at the base of her spine made with holly and berries. He kissed it frequently during their trip.

  The Klaus’ had welcomed her with open arms upon their return to Glasdorf. In spite of the fact that Nicholas’s brothers were preoccupied with the Überholen, being part of the big, boisterous family promised everyday adventures. Nicky Sr. and Alena were planning their retirement with much excitement. They deserved some time to relax after so many years of hard work. Lucy would be forever grateful to them for allowing Nicholas to continue as the master baker of the North Pole. Cooking with her husband was a joy.