"Its lookin’ good, Sully," remarked Matthew as he entered the house, clapping his hands together against the bitter cold. "Brrr …. feels like snow in the air out there …."

Sully smiled down at the young man he thought of as a son. "Might have a white Christmas … Brian an’ Katie’d like that …."

"Yeah … but lots of us wouldn’t," remarked Mathew ruefully. "Might look real pretty … but it gits kinda difficult to git around …." He dropped his eyes to the floor. "Gettin’ cold out in the barn too."

"Well ya know what ya can do about that …. Don’ haveta be sleepin’ in the barn now that ya ma an’ me are back …. Kathleen’s got plenty of chaperones …. You could go back to sharin’ Brian’s room."

"That’s one of the things I wanted to talk to ya about Sully … wondered if ya might have time to go for a short ride this mornin’?" He eyed the older man hopefully.

"Sure …. Don’ wanna go too much further with this decoratin’ til ya ma gits home …. Ya know how her ideas seem to differ from mine with these things …. At least I’ve made a start on it." Sully climbed down off the ladder and bent to bank up the fire. "Gotta go into town later though … promised I’d help with the Christmas decorations in there too."

"We won’t be gone for long Sully …. I just want your advice on somethin’," said Matthew, pulling his gloves back on.

"Right …. Lets go then," said Sully, heading for the front door.

Michaela sat down on the wooden edging of the hot pool and shivered. It was all very well for her patient – sitting in the sparkling warm water doing her exercises - but it was bitterly cold out here, watching and giving instructions! "That’s it Myra, twist to the right and then the left, as far as you can, and then use your good arm to raise your left….. and lower it again. Concentrate on trying to use the left …. Well done!" Myra’s pleased and grateful smile gave Michaela a warm feeling *inside*, but did little to warm her outside. She shivered again and pulled her coat more tightly around herself. Maybe Brian *had* been right this morning. Perhaps it was going to snow. She glanced towards the Chateau drawing room windows and spied Katie and Samantha sitting by the flickering fire, playing with their dolls. How she envied them!

"Ah … Michaela?" came a tentative, male voice from behind her.

She swivelled around to see Hank, standing a few feet away watching Myra’s efforts in the hot pool.

"Good morning Hank," Michaela returned. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wonderin’ if I could talk ta ya ‘bout somethin’ …. if ya have the time," the rangy barkeep replied.

"Certainly …. if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes," replied Michaela, puzzled by Hank’s request, unless of course he wasn’t well. "Myra’s due to finish up here in a minute … in fact you could help me get her inside …. alright?"

"Sure … whatdya need me to do?" Hank said without hesitation. He stepped forward and waited for Michaela’s instructions.

"She needs to be lifted from the water …. gently now …. and into the push-chair … that’s it," instructed Michaela, marvelling at Hank’s gentleness. As Hank immediately stood behind the chair ready to push, Michaela did not stop him. "Up the ramp and into her room …. I’ll have to get her into dry clothing before she gets too cold," she continued, as Hank started towards the Chateau entrance.

When they reached Myra’s room Hank wheeled her inside and then immediately stepped back out into the hallway. "I’ll just wait here til you’re ready," he said considerately, quietly pulling the door closed behind him.

Some fifteen minutes later, Michaela re-opened the door and stepped out. "Myra’s resting now Hank," she explained. "What can I do for you?"

Hank looked around and then indicated that they should walk towards the main rooms of the hotel. "Ah … would ya maybe like a cup of coffee or somethin’ Michaela … ya look like you could use a hot drink."

"Mmm … it was freezing out there," agreed Michaela. "But I’m warming up now. I would enjoy something to eat though." She smiled self-consciously. "Maybe some ice-cream?" she suggested.

"Ice-cream! In this weather?"

Michaela patted her swollen stomach. "Mmmm … I developed a taste for it in St Louis …. think baby here likes it. Do you mind?" she asked again.

"Course not …. I’ve heard of women havin’ cravin’s when they’re havin’ babies. I might even try some of this ice-cream myself …. aint never tried it," chuckled Hank.

When they were seated Michaela asked again, "Now what can I do for you Hank …. I know you didn’t come out here for ice-cream."

"Well …. I bin thinkin’ ‘bout Myra," Hank said hesitantly. And then he continued more positively, "An’ I was listenin’ when Andrew was talkin’ ‘bout what it was gonna take to make her better. Seems to me the more people involved with her exercisin’ an’ all, the quicker she’s gonna improve. So I was wonderin’ if I could maybe help. Its slow in the mornin’s at the hotel so I could come out then ….. maybe help like I did today at the hot pool …. liftin’ her in an’ out …. Maybe you could teach me the sorta exercises she should be doin’ … then you wouldn’ have to be out there … sittin’ in the cold every day."

There was a long pause while Michaela considered Hank’s proposal.

Obviously believing that Michaela was hesitant about his intentions, Hank went on, "See …. Myra an’ me … we go back a long ways …. I hate seein’ her like this …. She was always such a fiery little thing."

Michaela nodded sympathetically. "I know Hank …. I hate seeing her like this too …. But I am a little concerned about your offer." She dropped her voice a little. "What about Horace?"

"Look Michaela …. I aint movin’ in on Horace’s territory," explained Hank, and then paused when he noticed Michaela’s slightly cynical expression. "Alright …. I mighta wanted to do that in the past … can’t deny it to you …. though I might if anyone else asked ….. But now? Now all I want is for her ta git well. ….. to be the way she used ta be …. Can ya understand that?"

Michaela again nodded sympathetically. "Well …. I would certainly appreciate the help." She gently rubbed her stomach. "I’m not much use at the moment with the lifting part …. And its going to become very bothersome to have to call someone from the hotel every time I need to move Myra." She was obviously weakening. Then she said calmly. "What are you going to tell Horace?"

"Just that I want Myra ta git well as much as he does," replied Hank honestly. He shrugged his shoulders. "The rest’s up to him. But I *will* be here tomorrow mornin’ ta help …. No matter what he says."

Michaela sat back in her chair as her ice-cream sundae was placed in front of her. "Alright Hank …. But I’m not going to get involved in any squabbles between you and Horace …. And I’ll be very angry if either one of you upsets Myra …. or Samantha …"

Hank chuckled. "Well …. we wouldn’t want ya gittin’ angry now … would we Michaela? Eat up ya sundae …. I’m buyin’."

Sully and Matthew drew their horses to a halt just short of the site of the old homestead.

"Ya cleared it up … eh Matthew?" Sully remarked as he surveyed the scene. It was hard to imagine the old homestead had ever been there. The grass was long and growing where the stone foundations used to be, and branches of several trees had spread out revelling in the sunlight now available to them. Except, in *his* mind, the homestead would always be there … and the memories, good and bad, with which he so vividly associated it.

"I’ve been comin’ here quite a lot lately," said Matthew thoughtfully. "Clearin’ away the burnt timber gives me an excuse to do some thinkin’." He dismounted from his horse and walked across to stand where the old front porch and door used to be. He turned to face Sully. "Always liked this view …. down the path an’ round the bend …. into the trees …. Been thinkin’ ‘bout maybe rebuildin’."

"I wondered if that was the direction we were headin’," remarked Sully, as he too dismounted and wandered around the site. "Gonna rebuild just cos ya like the view?"

Matthew reddened and dropped his eyes to the ground. He absent-mindedly kicked at a piece of stone left over from the foundations. It went skimming across the ground and into a thick bush. "Time I built somethin’ of my own Sully." He raised his eyes to his mentor and immediately noticed his suspicious grin. "Might wanna git married some day too," he added.

"Some day huh? Like some day soon …… or some day way off …. don’ know when …?" asked Sully, his smile broadening. He was almost enjoying the younger man’s discomfiture.

Suddenly Matthew self-consciously grinned too. "Like … maybe …. sometime in the next year or so …. if everythin’ turns out alright," he explained cryptically.

"And the lucky lady?"

"You know who I’m talkin’ about Sully."

"Yeah …. I know," agreed Sully. He sauntered over and rested his hand on Matthew’s shoulder. "An’ does the young lady feel the same way?"

"Yep," replied Matthew with certainty. "We’ve talked about it …. a little ... That’s why she wants to stay." He paused and then added. "I’d rather ya didn’t say too much to Dr Mike … I’m not real sure how she’ll feel about it ….. an’ Kathleen needs to sort out this problem with her brother first."

"It’s a bit hard askin’ a husband ta keep somethin’ from his wife Matthew," replied Sully mock sternly. "But I can tell ya one thing …. She’ll be real happy for ya … she’s bin wantin’ it ta happen …. even said so back around Thanksgivin’."

"She did?"

"Yep. Was worried ‘bout Thomas though. If there’s anythin’ ya ma an’ me can do about that …. you ask. Alright?" insisted Sully reassuringly.

Matthew nodded gratefully. "Thanks Sully. Oh … an’ if I decide to rebuild here … I was wonderin’ ….. would ya be willin’ to give me a hand ….. I know ya aint gonna do any more trips for Welland Smith until after Dr Mike’s had the baby."

"I’d be glad to Matthew. You start thinkin’ about plans an’ then let me know when ya need help," Sully assured him. "Truth is I’m itchin’ ta git into somethin’ …. to keep me busy …. take my mind off worryin’ about ya ma."

"She’s alright aint she?" asked Matthew anxiously.

"Sure she is … but that don’ stop me worryin’. Think its a natural part of bein’ a husband an’ father." He paused and chuckled wryly. "Gives ya somethin’ to look forward to huh?" He slapped a blushing Matthew on the back. "Come on …. gotta git into town … see what needs doin’ with those decorations an’ then go pick ya ma up at the Chateau round lunchtime."

Kathleen paused, straightened her skirt and then resolutely pushed open the front door of the Gold Nugget Hotel. Before she was more than a few feet inside, the previous buzz of conversation had all but ceased, and at least fifteen pairs of male eyes were fixed admiringly on her. She took a deep breath and continued to cross the smoke-filled room towards the rear doorway which provided access to the guest rooms.

Will Boyle, who had been slowly drinking away his week’s wages since Hank had opened up, couldn’t resist. "Hey Hank," he called raucously, while leering at Kathleen. "Who’s this pretty lady then? Ya didn’t tell us ya had a new girl ….. real pretty but kinda small."

Kathleen’s face reddened but she continued on stoically.

There was a ripple of good natured laughter through the bar and encouraged by it Will continued, "Show us a little of what ya got girlie," he called suggestively. He reached out to pat her bottom as she went past but then rightly thought better of it. "Give us a kiss," he teased her. "A little free sample …."

"Hey Will," called Hank from behind the bar. "Mind ya manners," he cautioned the drunk, his grin not belying his meaning.

Kathleen’s eyes flew up to the barkeep’s. He gave her a wink and then nodded towards the door. She quickened her pace.

Unfortunately, Thomas, on his way downstairs to meet his sister, heard the banter and fortunately for Will Boyle, did not see its instigator. He angrily pushed the door open, grabbed Kathleen by the arm and steered her, almost at a run, out of the hotel and into the street. Once outside he did not leave off his hold and at the same quick pace led her towards Grace’s caf�. When they were finally seated he took a deep breath and looked his sister squarely in the eye. "My God Kathleen," he breathed. "And you want to live in this uncivilised town!!"

Tears sprang to Kathleen’s eyes but she refused to let them fall. "Yes!" she uttered determinedly. "I do. Not everyone in Colorado Springs is like that man in there. There are people like that in Charleston too you know."

"I know …. but there you don’t have to mix with them," Thomas rejoined.

"But that’s one of the things I like about this town Thomas …. Don’t you see? …. I mix with people from all walks of life. And I’ll tell you something else …. That man in there would never have actually done anything ….. the others wouldn’t have let him. They know me ….. they know what I do here ….. "

"That’s beside the point. I won’t have you subjected to that sort of abuse. Don’t you mind what he did?"

"Of course I mind …. But I’m not going to let it worry me …. There are too many good things about this town to dwell on the negatives. Besides, if you hadn’t chosen to stay at the Gold Nugget I would never have had to go in there," retorted Kathleen angrily.

"So now its my fault that man harassed you …. Is that it?" queried Thomas frustratedly. "The only reason I’m staying there and not at the Chateau is that I’d never see you if I didn’t stay in town. What with you looking after the Sully child, not to mention the negro baby …. every morning and most afternoons. And cooking! Cleaning! Sewing! You’ve become nothing more than a maid! My God, what would mother and father think?!"

Kathleen looked at him aghast. "Are you saying that I shouldn’t be doing these things? That you don’t *approve*?" she asked coldly.

Thomas shrugged his shoulders, aware that he’d probably gone too far and not sure how he was going to repair the damage.

"Well I’ll tell you something Thomas …. You’re probably not going to like it but I’m going to say it anyway. I *am* going to stay in Colorado Springs," stated Kathleen, her eyes ablaze and her cheeks flushed. "I hope to marry and have a family in this little uncivilised town, as you call it …. I hope to call Dr Mike and Sully’s family mine also." She stood and faced her brother, resting the palms of her hands on the tabletop. "Now if you don’t like that you can just go home and leave me be. That’s not how I want it …. but if you won’t listen rationally to what I have to say, then that’s how it will have to be." She tossed her long curly hair back over her shoulders, abruptly turned away and strode off through the startled lunchtime crowd towards the clinic.

Thomas sat stock still, a stunned expression on his face, and just watched her go. Then suddenly he became aware of where he was, and that several people were eyeing him intently. He hastily pushed back his chair, rose and hurried away in the opposite direction to that taken by Kathleen.

Just two tables away and also sitting with stunned expressions were Sully and Michaela, especially Michaela. She slowly turned to Sully. "Sully?" she said softly. "Did you hear what she said?" There was a strange mixture of excitement, astonishment and alarm in her voice.

"Yeah … I heard …. Can’t say I’m too surprised," responded Sully, grasping Michaela’s hand. "Come on …. walk with me a ways ….," he said softly, aware that they too were under scrutiny from some of the diners.

Michaela obediently stood and placed her folded napkin on her empty plate, while Sully tossed a few coins onto the table and alerted Grace that they were leaving. They walked in silence for a while, until they reached the shadows of the livery.

"You’re not surprised?" asked Michaela softly.

"Had a talk with Matthew this mornin’ ….. he told me as much …. Though I’m thinkin’ that he was hopin’ to keep it to himself for a little longer …," replied Sully, pulling her in close.

"Oh Sully ….. I want so much for them to be happy …. But I’m not sure this is the way for them to start out," murmured Michaela worriedly.

"I’m glad you didn’t have a pompous older brother interferin’ when we were courtin’," said Sully against her ear. "Your mother was bad enough …."

Despite her worry Michaela giggled and then said seriously, "It didn’t stop us did it Sully?"

"Uh uh …. An’ it won’t stop Kathleen either I don’ reckon. She’s strong …. reminds me of you in a lotta ways." He hugged her a little tighter. "I told Matthew this mornin’ that if they needed us we’d be there …. But I reckon they gotta work this one out for themselves. Alright Michaela?"

Michaela wrapped her arms around Sully’s waist and then, as he rested his hand under her chin and raised her mouth to his for a brief but loving kiss, relaxed in his arms. Everything *would* work out ….. eventually …. she was sure of it.

Michaela once again awkwardly rose from the table to peer out into the night. She turned back to face the others at the table. "Where could he be?" she asked Sully worriedly.

Sully merely shrugged his shoulders. She’d asked him the same question many times during the last couple of hours and he’d run out of reassuring things to say.

"Maybe you *should* go look for him," she suggested hopefully.

"I would Michaela …. but where to start?" rejoined Sully. He turned to Matthew, "He didn’ say anythin’ ‘bout where he was goin’?"

"Nope …. Just dropped his schoolbooks …. said he was glad school was out for the holidays … an’ then went out agin …. ," replied a subdued Matthew. Then he added encouragingly, "Brian can look after himself … even if he was hurt ….." He trailed off suddenly picturing his little brother lying seriously injured in the woods. He glanced up at Sully. "Maybe Wolf could find him," he suggested hopefully.

Sully nodded and said resignedly, "Worth a try …… need ta find him in this weather … too cold to be spendin’ the night out. You git together some provisions an’ I’ll saddle the horses."

Michaela watched in silence as the two men hurried about, collecting what they needed. Normally she’d be helping and even going with them, but suddenly she couldn’t think straight, and there was certainly no question of her accompanying them. She rubbed her hand across the swell of her stomach. What would she do if anything happened to Brian? Tears suddenly shimmered in her eyes.

She became aware that Kathleen had risen from the table and started packing food together in the kitchen. She knew she should be helping the young woman but was afraid her legs wouldn’t hold her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was so worried about Kathleen who’d been very quiet since they’d collected her at the clinic after the scene in the caf� the other day. The altercation with her brother had obviously effected her badly, but Michaela, at this moment, had neither the energy nor propensity to do anything but silently sympathise with the young woman. She knew that Kathleen had told Matthew what had happened and also that many of the townspeople now knew they were courting – he had been so loving and supportive. She desperately hoped that their problems with Thomas would work out. She so wanted Kathleen and Matthew to be happy.

Sully re-entered the house, shivering from the extreme cold, his skin reddened. "Ready?" he asked Matthew.

The younger man nodded and pulled his thickest coat from the hook behind the door. "Ready," he affirmed, as he wrapped a woollen scarf around his neck.

Kathleen approached Matthew. "You will be careful …. won’t you?" she warned softly. "Don’t do anything too risky …. I … I …."

"I’ll be careful," Matthew assured her. He leaned across to whisper in her ear, "I love you too."

Sully was observing Michaela with concern. She seemed detached, not fully aware of what was happening. She was sitting hunched over the dining room table, absent-mindedly caressing her stomach, watching and yet not seeing. He strode across to her. "Please don’ git too upset yet Michaela …. he’s probably fine …. time to worry if somethin’ really has happened to him." He stopped short when her eyes widened in alarm. "But probably nothin’ has …. could be anythin’ …. you know Brian ….," he added reassuringly, his words sounding hollow to his own ears. He bent down and kissed her forehead. "We better git goin’ …. before it gits even colder."

Michaela nodded her head silently. As he reached the door she called softly, "Be safe Sully ….. please …"

Sully nodded and followed Matthew out into the bitter cold.

There was silence in the homestead after they’d gone. Both Michaela and Kathleen, consumed with their own private thoughts, sat down to wait and perhaps to pray. All that could be heard was the fierce crackling of wood in the fireplaces and the quiet humming of the little girl happily playing with her doll, oblivious to the anxiety, even fear, of those around her.

Michaela again took a few deep breaths. Everything seemed to be crowding in on her. She was so tired. Managing the clinic in the mornings and then immediately going out to the Chateau to work with Myra were taking their toll. Added to that was the worry that perhaps Myra wasn’t recovering as quickly as they’d all hoped. And then this morning, for the first time, Andrew had tentatively suggested that perhaps it was time to consider giving up her work at the clinic until after the baby was born. She had such mixed feelings about that. She’d worked right up until the day before she gave birth to Katie. She paused in her reverie, recalling how hard that had actually been, and how permanently tired she’d seemed to become. She glanced across at her darling daughter, who’d completely unclothed her doll and was now determinedly dressing her again. She’d been so demanding since they’d arrived home from St Louis – so many broken nights when the insecure, little girl had insisted on sleeping with her ma and pa. Michaela sighed and then arched her back as the dull ache recurred. Today of all days the pain which had been so severe on the train coming back from St Louis and which had all but disappeared since then, had returned, making her feel miserable.

After some minutes Kathleen doggedly pulled herself together, deciding that it was better to be doing something, rather than just sitting and worrying. She stood and began to clean up the supper dishes. The clatter of china and cutlery finally penetrated Michaela’s consciousness and she joined the younger woman in the kitchen, always with an ear to any outside noises which may herald Brian’s return.

Then suddenly, in the yard, could be heard the sound of horses and the banging of the barn door. Both women turned to each other in first astonishment and then a little alarm. Why could they hear noises so soon after the men leaving? The sounds were too loud for it to be Brian returning alone! What if it wasn’t Brian or Sully and Matthew they could hear? Then came the clumping of boots on the porch steps and the handle of the front door turned. Fighting the conflicting urges to rush to the door, or turn tail and run, Michaela stood rooted to the spot, her heart pounding. Then through the door rushed Brian, his breath coming in quick bursts of steam, his skin red from the cold, his clothes damp from the night air. He eyed Michaela worriedly. "I’m sorry ma ….," he said softly. "Time got away from me ….an’ I …."

"Brian!!" exclaimed Michaela. "Where have you been? …. Did you see Sully and Matthew? They’re out looking for you."

Brian nodded his head vigorously. "Its alright ma .. . they’re in the barn … beddin’ down the horses …. Pa said I should come in an’ tell you I was safe …. They met me at the fork …." His voice trailed off as Michaela slumped into the nearest chair. He took a hesitant step towards her. "I really *am* sorry ma …. I didn’ mean ta worry ya ….. I was ……"

"You’ve had us worried sick Brian," exhorted Michaela. "Where have you been? …. What were you doing? …… Your clothes are filthy!!"

Before Brian could answer Sully and Matthew re-entered the house, both making a beeline for the fire, discarding their gloves and coats as they went.

"Did ya explain to your ma Brian?" asked Sully quietly, even a little sternly.

Brian’s eyes flew to his pa’s. "I’m sorry pa ….. I …. I ….. just went further along the creek than I realised ….. then …. then …. night closed in real fast an’ it took me a lot longer ta git home cos I had ta find my way ……"

Sully eyed his son sceptically. Something about the boy’s story didn’t ring true and yet it was unlike Brian to lie. "That don’ explain ya dirty clothes son," he said evenly.

Brian’s face flushed. "I … I … had a fall …. off Taffy ….. She …. she …. stepped in a rabbit burrow …. in the dark ….. an’ stumbled …."

Michaela was immediately on her feet, cradling the weight of her unborn child in her open palms. "Are you alright Brian," she asked anxiously.

"Yeah I’m fine ma …. I really am ….," he quickly reassured her. "I …. I ….. fell in a bush …… um ….. soft landing ……" He took another step towards her and said quietly, "I’m really sorry I worried you ma …."

Abruptly it all became too much for Michaela. She snapped, "Well I daresay you can find yourself something to eat for supper …. and don’t drop those dirty clothes on the floor when you change …." Her eyes flew to Sully. "Would you put Katie to bed please? ..….. I’m going to lie down." And much to everyone’s amazement she turned and hurried up the stairs to her bedroom.

There was silence in the living-room as she left, the sombre atmosphere contrasting cruelly with the gay Christmas decorations festooning the rooms. The sound of Michaela’s boots on the stairs and then the slamming of the bedroom door resounded throughout the house.

"Pa?" murmured Brian tearfully. "I ….. I ….."

Sully turned to face his contrite son. "Betta change out of them dirty clothes an’ then git somethin’ ta eat …. We’ll talk in the mornin’ ‘bout what you were doin’."

Brian nodded resignedly. "I really *am* sorry pa," he reiterated as he slowly walked towards the stairs.

Matthew was eyeing Sully with concern. "Are ya gonna check on her?" he asked quietly.

"I spose ….," returned Sully. "What about Katie?"

"I’ll look after her Sully," Kathleen immediately offered.

"That’s probably part of the problem …. she aint bin getting’ a good night’s sleep …. Katie always wakes her …. us …. sometime in the night …. usually early on …. Bin happenin’ ever since we got home from St Louis," admitted Sully.

"How about if I put Katie to bed in my room tonight Sully?" suggested Kathleen. "Then when she wakes I’ll try to get her back to sleep before Michaela’s disturbed."

Sully gave her a grateful smile. "I’d …. we’d ‘preciate that." His eyes flew upwards. "Betta go see if I can do anythin’."

"Don’ worry about the lockin’ up Sully … I’ll do that," said Matthew, as Sully began to mount the stairs to the second floor.

Michaela was laying prostrate and fully clothed on their bed, her arm flung across her face shielding her eyes from the lamplight, when he entered. If she was aware of his presence she gave him no sign.

"Michaela ….?" he asked hesitantly.

She bit her lip and did not reply. When Sully didn’t break the silence she rolled onto her side so that her back was to him, grimacing as she did so.

Noticing the pain in her face as she turned, Sully asked quietly, "Ya back’s hurtin’ agin aint it?" He heard her take a deep breath and then she nodded. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently ran his hands down her back. "Where?" he asked softly.

As he paused at her waist she murmured against her feather pillow, "There."

He stood up again and moved down to remove her boots and stockings. When they’d been discarded over the side of the bed he worked the small buttons down the back of her beige gown through their loops until the dress gaped open from neck to hip. He pulled her camisole free of her waistband and reached up underneath to tenderly massage her back, kneading the muscles. After a little while he asked with concern, "Better?"

Michaela nodded. "A little." Then she reached back to draw his arm forward around her. "Hold me Sully," she whispered. "Please."

He carefully climbed onto the bed behind her and lay down spooned into her back, his arms encircling her. He asked softly, "Aint just your back … or Brian goin’ missin’ that’s worryin’ ya is it?"

Michaela shrugged her shoulders, well as much as her painful back would allow. "No," she murmured.

"Tell me ….," implored Sully softly.

Michaela sighed again and tightened her hold on his arm. "I …. I ….. don’t know," she rejoined in a low tone. She unconsciously stroked the back of his hand with her thumb. "We forgot Katie’s Christmas present … and Christmas is the day after tomorrow," she said in a small voice.

Despite Michaela’s obvious unhappiness, Sully smiled, just a little. This pronouncement was certainly not what he’d expected. "Well … ya can stop worryin’ ‘bout that … cos I got it taken care of …..," he said reassuringly against her ear.

"You have?"

"Uh huh …. bin workin’ on it for a few days now … it’ll be ready for Christmas alright …," replied Sully proudly.

"What is it?" queried Michaela in puzzlement.

"You’ll see …. be a surprise to you too …..," replied Sully mysteriously.

Michaela lovingly stroked his hand again.

"But that aint what’s makin’ ya so upset … is it?" he probed.

Michaela did not reply.

"Somethin’ happen at the clinic today?" he suggested, puzzled by her reticence.

"No …. it was fairly quiet …. and Andrew was working with me today …"

Frustrated that he was unable to see her face, to look into her beautiful eyes which so often told him what he wanted to know, Sully suddenly pulled away from her and stood. He quickly circled the bed and after removing his boots lay back down, this time his face only inches from hers. "So nothin’ happened at the clinic?" he affirmed.

"No," she replied softly, dropping her eyes from his.

"Michaela?"

She raised her eyes again, and compelled by his blue-eyed gaze, reluctantly admitted, "Andrew suggested that it was time I start thinking of finishing up at the clinic until the baby’s born."

"Don’ that make sense?"

"I worked right up until Katie arrived last time," Michaela quietly rationalised.

"Yeah …. But this time ya don’ haveta …. got somebody to help out …. Ya don’ haveta git so tired."

Michaela’s eyes filled with tears and she bit her lip, trying to control her trembling.

"Michaela …. tell me what’s really worryin’ ya ….. you’re upsettin’ yourself ‘bout somethin’," pleaded Sully.

Michaela finally stammered, "May ….. maybe ….. I’m too …. too old for this …. We were worried last time …. and that’s nearly three years ago …. When we talked about having another baby we … I …. didn’t consider my time in life at all. Today Andrew was gentle about it, but he virtually said that I had to be more careful ‘at my age’ ….. Am I too old Sully? Are the people in town saying things like that behind my back?" By now tears were streaming down her face and she was quietly sobbing. "The trouble is sometimes …. like today ….. I …. I get so tired ….. maybe they’re right..."

Sully reached out and wrapped his arms around her. "Hey … hey …," he said lovingly. "Ya aint too old …. an’ the folks in town aint sayin’ anythin’ like that. We got a beautiful baby girl …. an’ we’re lucky enough to be havin’ another …." He leant across and kissed her tenderly. "Sometimes I can’t believe that a woman as true and beautiful as you married me …. an’ that I got a family ta love." He gently stroked the swell of her stomach. "This one’s an added blessin’ …. somethin’ to be even more thankful for."

As he spoke, Michaela’s sobbing gradually eased and he could feel her slipping her hand in between the buttons of his blue cotton shirt to gently stroke his skin. Then much to his surprise she withdrew her hand and began to hastily undo the buttons all the way down the front. When they were undone, and she had pulled the shirt free of the waistband of his buckskin pants, she spread it wide open and back off his shoulder. She sighed deeply and began to lovingly caress his skin, laying her cheek against his chest and inhaling his scent. She murmured, "Sometimes I wish that the world would just go away and leave you and I alone ….. Does that sound awful?"

Sully lovingly brushed the hair back off her face with his fingertips. "Nah … it don’," he whispered. "Sometimes I wish we had more time alone together too ….. not that I’d change anythin’ ‘bout our life …. our family … if I really had a choice."

"Neither would I really ….What happened with Katie? …. Did you put her to bed?" asked Michaela dreamily.

"Kathleen offered to look after her for us tonight Michaela …. With a bit of luck ya gonna git a whole night’s sleep …. How does that sound?" replied Sully softly.

"Mmmm …. sounds good," smiled Michaela. "But …. Sully …..um …."

"Michaela?"

"Before we sleep ….. um ….. Could you hold me please …..?"

"Ah …. ya back’s sore Michaela ….. an’ ya gittin’ pretty far along …"

Michaela smiled shyly into his eyes. "Since we got back from St Louis I’ve missed you holding me ….. being close ….. we always seem to have a little blond-haired girl between us …. I really need you to *hold* me ….. to feel you against me …." She dropped her eyes and added, "I need to hold *you* close too."

Sully smiled adoringly at this woman he was learning more about every single day. He gently ran his thumb across her slightly parted lips and then pulled back and stood to discard the remainder of his clothing. He held out his hand to her and slowly drew her up to help her do the same. And then they sank back onto the bed, holding each other close, skin against skin, their limbs entwined. There was no need for further words, just gentle caressing, leisurely, deep kisses and an overwhelming sense of being a part of each other.

Sully descended the stairs the next morning after leaving a load of firewood next to the hearth in their bedroom, to discover Michaela standing at the dining-room table, staring off into space, a perplexed frown on her face. He watched her for a moment and when she did not stir he said quietly, "Michaela?"

Michaela started from her reverie and looked down into her open medical bag.

"Somethin’ wrong?" asked Sully with concern.

She turned to face him. "Are you alright?" she asked. "You haven’t damaged that shoulder of yours helping in town have you?"

"No …. shoulder’s fine," replied Sully, puzzled.

Michaela again peered into her bag.

"Why did ya think that Michaela?"

"Umm ….. I’m sure I brought home some packets of willow bark tea ….I was going to enclose them in a letter to Bess in St Louis …. She must be running low by now …. But they’re not here …. I’m *sure* I put them in my bag ….." She paused and then began to rummage through the contents again. "I seem to be running low on a few other things too …. carbolic acid ….. bandages ……" Her eyes flew up to Sully. "I’ve heard of women who’ve had trouble with their memory in the last stages of pregnancy. That couldn’t be happening to me ….could it Sully!! My patients would never understand!"

"Nah …. I wouldn’t worry about it Michaela …. It’ll probably come to ya what happened to that stuff," replied Sully, attempting to make light of her concerns. He reached for their coats on the hook behind the front door. "Here …. ," he said. "We better git goin’ …. you’ve got patients to see." Then as Michaela donned her coat he asked casually, "Where’s Brian this mornin’ …. said I wanted to talk to him today ‘bout worryin’ us last night."

As Michaela buttoned her coat she replied, "He went out early …. took some of yesterday’s biscuits and promised he’d be home in the daylight in plenty of time for supper."

Sully’s brow creased in thought and then he shook his head speculatively. He picked up Michaela’s bag and opened the door to the bitter cold outside. "Well come on then …. I’ll haveta talk to him tonight …"

As Brian reined in his horse he called, "Hey pa," his breath emerging in clouds of fog in the bitter December air.

"Hey Brian," acknowledged Sully. "Thought we were gonna talk this mornin’."

Brian slid from his saddle to the ground with a thud and began to undo the girth. "Sorry pa … I forgot," he murmured, his head pressed up against the horse’s sweating belly.

"Forgot huh? Ya went out early this mornin’…… musta had somethin’ real important ya wanted to do…." inquired Sully, sotto voce.

"Nah … not really …. me an’ Steven just wanted to git an early start … the holiday’s short …. an’ ……an’ its Christmas tomorra."

"So you were out with Steven huh? By the look of Taffy ya were riding pretty hard comin’ back …. Which way did ya head?" asked Sully, trying to keep his voice even and his curiosity in check.

"Umm … went into the woods …. little north west of here …. followed the stream ….," replied Brian nonchalantly. He looked up into the leaden sky. "Do ya think its gonna snow pa?" he asked.

Sully wasn’t fooled by the change of subject. Brian had never been good at covering up. "Might," he replied, also glancing up into the sky. "Bin heavy all day though …. might blow over …. sure hope it holds off til after the dance tonight."

Brian nodded and made his way towards the barn with his saddle. "Where’s ma?" he asked, as he reached the barn door.

"She an’ Katie are inside …. restin’ up for the dance."

Brian placed his saddle over the railing in the barn and then came back out to the door. "Pa? ….. Do ya thinks she’s forgiven me for worryin’ her yesterday ….. I didn’ mean to ….."

Sully eyed his son with amusement. "Yeah I reckon …. It wasn’t just you bein’ late that was gittin’ to her Brian …. lots of things I reckon." He stood and contemplated his son standing there in the cold. "Actually … she was a little upset this mornin’ too …."

"She was?"

"Uh huh ….. Thought she was losin’ her memory …. Seemed to remember puttin’ things in her medical bag that weren’t there this mornin’…. Started ta think havin’ the baby was effectin’ her …. Worries ‘bout her patients ya know ….." He paused and deliberately lowered his eyes, focussing on the curry brush in his hands, casually combing the hair from it with his fingers. After a time he slowly raised his eyes to Brian again. The boy was standing in the doorway moving agitatedly from foot to foot.

"She’s worryin’ ‘bout a lot of things at present," Sully added. His body instinctively warmed as he recalled that one of the other things worrying her had been their lack of privacy since arriving home from St Louis. He abruptly bent forward under the pretext of brushing Flash’s underbelly. How was it possible that Michaela still effected him this way after three years of marriage? How could she still stir him like this …. make his blood race and his heart pound? She’d tell him he was crazy … especially at the moment with her body swollen and heavy with pregnancy. She’d never understand that he thought her just as beautiful when pregnant as he did the day she married him. He suddenly became aware of Brian’s voice emanating from the interior of the barn. "Hey Brian?" he called. "Didn’ quite catch that …."

Brian stepped out of the dimness and approached Sully. "I was just sayin’ that she shouldn’ be worryin’ ‘bout anythin’ tomorrow …… should be fun …. with Katie the age she is …. reckon she’ll be pretty excited when she sees the presents an’ all the family together."

Sully chuckled. "Yeah …. best part of Christmas ….. a little one’s excitement," mused Sully. He lifted his eyes to his son. "An’ *you* aint excited?" he asked with irony.

Brian blushed and grinned. "Yeah …. well maybe," he said softly. He walked towards Sully. "You want help with Flash?"

"Nah I’ll be fine …. You better git inside an’ start cleanin’ up for tonight ….. you know your ma … she’ll be checkin’ that you’ve done everythin’ right."

Brian nodded and chuckled companionably with his pa. "Yeah better git goin’." He headed towards the homestead.

As he reached the corral gate Sully suddenly hailed him. "An’ Brian?"

Brian swivelled around. "Yeah pa?"

"If ya ever worry ya ma like that agin ….. specially in these last few weeks before the baby comes …… we’ll have to talk ‘bout takin’ away some of them privileges we mentioned a coupla years back. Alright?" Sully held Brian’s gaze steadily with his own.

Again Brian blushed. "Yeah pa," he murmured, chastened. When Sully nodded, satisfied that he’d got his point across, the boy once again turned towards the homestead steps.

Michaela pulled her new gown over her head and eased it down over the swell of her stomach. "Sully …. could you help me with this please?" she asked exasperatedly, as she endeavoured to fasten the myriad of tiny pearl buttons down its back.

"Sure …. come over here …," replied Sully, who was sitting on the bed while tying the laces on his best black boots.

She walked across the bedroom and stood with her back to him patiently waiting for him to pull the dress closed and fasten it. Instead she felt a series of light kisses, starting at her neck and working down to the lace edging on her camisole. "Sully!!" she exclaimed, as goosebumps rose on her skin and her body tingled. Then two gentle, loving hands slid in between her dress and camisole and worked their way around the front to caress her stomach for a moment and then moved upwards to cup her sensitive breasts. "Sully!" she exclaimed again, but this time leaned back into him a little and sighed contentedly. "We have to get going," she murmured softly, taking a deep breath. "The children will be wondering what we’re doing."

Sully chuckled, his warm breath sensual against the bare skin of her back, his gentle caresses continuing. "Want me ta go tell ‘em?"

Michaela swivelled around to face him as fast as her present condition allowed. Her eyes were alive with amusement. She cupped his handsome face in her hands. "No," she said firmly. "I’d prefer that some things were kept just between us. Now will you *please* do up my dress?"

Sully reached up to draw her mouth down to his for a loving kiss and then he resignedly turned her around so that her back was to him once again and he could work the buttons through their loops.

When he’d finished she turned to face him, lifting the skirt and twirling it a little. "Well … what do you think?" she asked. "Its blue …. just as you suggested." She stood before him, her coppery hair arranged in a modish concoction of long and short bouncing curls, her gown a similar style to the fairy godmother’s dress Colleen had made for her at Halloween. However, this time it was a soft sky blue, sprinkled with small sprays of cream flowers and the low neckline was more demure and edged with cream lace.

Sully’s eyes shone. "Its real pretty Michaela," he replied sincerely. "You’ll be the most beautiful woman there tonight."

Michaela blushed and gently rubbed her hand over her stomach. "Not like this I won’t." She raised her eyes to his. "Can you believe there’s only seven weeks to go …. and then there’ll be a new Sully baby in the house?"

"Time’s goin’ pretty quick aint it?" replied Sully, a touch of dread in his voice which was thankfully not discerned by Michaela.

"Sometimes it feels like it is …. But when I’m feeling particularly tired … or my back aches …. it seems like forever," she replied honestly. "Not that I’d give up this chance and experience for anything." She reached across and picked up a letter from the night-stand. "Mother’s Christmas package arrived today … just in time. She says she wished she could see us all for Christmas but if she had to make a choice she’d rather be here when the baby arrives. She has to attend my niece Laura’s wedding …. she’s Claudette’s youngest …. in late January … and then will arrive here early February." She was watching Sully’s face anxiously, trying to gauge his reaction. "You don’t mind her coming do you?" she asked quietly.

"Course I don’ mind her comin’," replied Sully definitely. "A mother’d want to be with her daughter when she’s havin’ a baby …. Imagine what you’ll be like when it eventually happens with Colleen. I reckon there’ll be no way of stoppin ya."

Michaela chuckled. "You’re probably right …. But I do hope that’s some time off yet … her medical studies and all …."

"Laura huh?" Sully murmured ambiguously, abruptly interrupting her train of thought.

"Sully?"

"Laura ….. a pretty name that ….. rolls off the tongue …. I like it." Sully continued his musings.

Michaela smiled. "Thought we were going to start talking about names for the baby *after* Christmas," she remarked softly.

Sully grinned self-consciously. "Yeah .. well …. It just kinda struck me is all." He stood and unhooked his black suit coat from the bedpost. "Well come on ….," he grinned. "Now the kids really will be wonderin’ what we’re doin’!"

As the Sully wagon neared the Chateau, Katie’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Oohhh … pwetty ….," she exclaimed, a sentiment silently echoed by all the passengers. The senator had spared no expense in making the Chateau as festive as possible. Thankfully the rain and snow had held off and, in actual fact, the dark clouds had disappeared since nightfall. The sky was now blanketed with twinkling stars, mirrored by the numerous torches which lined the last fifty yards of the road leading to the Chateau portico. The gardens, porch and entrance were festooned with what seemed to be hundreds of lamps, illuminating the large, red-ribbon and candle decorated tree in the forecourt. The forecourt itself was cluttered with a large number of wagons, buggies and saddled horses, and from inside, a hum of excited voices was clearly audible.

Drawing the wagon to a halt to the right of the entrance, the Sullys were met by Thomas Enders who greeted them politely, but with little enthusiasm, and then reached up to lift his sister Kathleen down. She exclaimed, "Doesn’t it look wonderful Thomas …. like fairyland …!"

Thomas shrugged his shoulders disinterestedly. "We better be moving inside before we all freeze to death," he commented, raising his arm so that Kathleen could hook hers through it.

On her other side Matthew was doing the same, so Kathleen diplomatically took each arm and the threesome, accompanied by an exuberant Brian, preceded the Sullys into the Chateau.

Michaela sat in the wagon watching the interaction between the three of them with both amusement and concern. It was obvious that Matthew was truly taken with Kathleen, and the way she looked tonight had only served to capture his heart more securely. Her dress was of a vivid rose colour, trimmed with a paler shade of lace. Her hair tumbled down her back in mahogany curls and her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and vivacity. Matthew’s eyes had widened in delight when she’d descended the stairs at home and since then he’d been unable to take his eyes off her.

As Sully reached up to lift Michaela down, she remarked worriedly, "Thomas’s attitude doesn’t seem to be softening does it? He looks as if he’d rather be any place but here … *and* that Kathleen was with him."

Sully nodded sympathetically. "Aint too much longer an’ he has ta go back to Charleston…. He’ll try anythin’ to make sure Kathleen goes with him …."

"I know," replied Michaela sorrowfully. "And that would break Matthew’s heart."

Sully continued, "Well we can only hope that somethin’ changes …."

Their conversation was abruptly halted by a very excited little girl tugging at her parents’ hands, urging them towards the Chateau door. "In …. in …..," she insisted.

Sully bent down to swing her up into his arms and hug her against his chest. "Gittin’ impatient little Kates," he chuckled. "Alright …. we’re comin’." He placed her on her feet again and she carefully straightened the pretty, white, party dress she was wearing.

Michaela giggled, eyeing her tiny daughter fondly. "Well … at least mother’s Christmas present from last year is getting an airing. She really does look pretty in it doesn’t she? …. Pity she doesn’t get too many opportunities to dress up."

"Ah well …. This is one opportunity … so let’s go join in ….," replied Sully and he proudly led his two ladies into the Chateau.

As Thomas, Kathleen and Matthew reached the doorway of the salon where the majority of guests were congregated, they immediately halted, agog at the colourful and noisy scene before them. Then Kathleen turned a little towards her brother, her eyes alight. "Uncivilised huh?" she murmured, so that only he could hear. "I *don’t* think so!"

It was obvious that the people of Colorado Springs had entered into the Christmas spirit with energy and enthusiasm, and that Michaela’s prophecy of soaring profits for Loren in terms of gowns, fabric and trimmings, had proven to be correct. The women sparkled in every colour of the rainbow, and even Teresa Slicker who usually dressed somewhat sombrely, had opted for a deep but vivid shade of green which made her eyes shine and contrasted with her ebony hair which even bore a few frivolous curls. Dorothy Jennings had chosen a deep sea blue, while Grace wore a very becoming shade of lilac. Of course the men had also made an effort and, while some surreptitiously tugged at too tight collars, they complemented their female counterparts very well indeed.

Michaela and Sully, coming up behind the threesome, also eyed the gathering in wonder.

"My goodness …," exclaimed Michaela. "I wonder what Preston Lodge III would make of this!"

Sully chuckled. "I wish I could see his face right now …. an’ that aint somethin’ I wish for very often."

Matthew joined in his parents’ laughter. "Actually I heard his name mentioned in Denver last week," he commented. "They were sayin’ he’s tryin’ to attract investors to another one of his schemes …. timber an’ minin’ I think …. somethin’ like that …."

Sully snorted disgustedly. "That sounds like Preston ….. well at least he aint gonna git his hands on Palmer Creek. Lets hope that whatever he does, its up near Denver an’ not anywhere near here!"

Michaela’s grasp on Sully’s arm tightened reassuringly, and then she stated excitedly to her family, "Well what are we doing standing out here when there’s a party to enjoy!" As if they’d heard her, Dorothy, Loren and Grace all noticed the newly arrived group standing in the doorway and beckoned their friends to join them.

The next few hours passed quickly and very happily for the residents of Colorado Springs. The Senator had employed a small but lively band of musicians who were just as comfortable playing a rollicking polka as a sedate waltz, and soon everyone, no matter their usual disposition, was enjoying the occasion.

Of course there a few minor commotions during the evening, the first being when Dorothy and Cloud Dancing joined many of the townspeople on the dance floor for a slow waltz. The occurrence drew just a few derisive comments, but in the main the ribbing was good-natured, largely in deference to the season.

Then later, there were raised eyebrows and anxious glances at Horace, when Hank, moved by a particular piece of lively music, grasped the back of Myra’s push-chair and whirled her onto the floor. However Myra’s obvious delight quickly dispelled the tension, though the crease in Horace’s brow took a little longer to disappear. As the band gradually increased the tempo, Hank whirled an excited Myra round faster and faster, causing the dancers to move back and ring the floor, clapping happily with the music and for their friend.

Michaela had watched Myra’s face in delight. Although she was still forced to use the push-chair, it was obvious that progress was being made, albeit slow. Only this morning she’d managed to utter several understandable words and some strength and movement were returning to her left arm. Michaela had grasped Sully’s hand tightly and he’d responded with a corresponding squeeze, just as delighted as his wife.

As the band concluded a lively polka and then announced that they would be taking a break, the dancers, many of them mopping at sweating brows, returned to the numerous tables which bordered the room. Colleen and Andrew, and then Matthew and Kathleen, joined Michaela, Sully, Dorothy and Cloud Dancing at their table. "Phew ….. that was fun," exclaimed a buttercup gowned Colleen, while the others nodded in happy agreement. Trying to control their rapid breathing, they sat themselves down, reduced to ignoring Thomas who had made no effort to enter into the Christmas spirit in any way.

"Mmmm …. It looked wonderful," remarked Michaela. She turned to Sully, who was cradling an exhausted Katie in his arms. "I’m glad we didn’t try that one …. I don’t think baby here would’ve appreciated it," she giggled, then caressed the swell of her stomach.

Sully was once again struck by her radiance, enhanced by the sparkling light of the many wall lamps and the chandelier over the dance floor. He smiled indulgently and then suggested that they all partake of the plentiful supper laid out buffet style in the dining room. All readily agreed and rose as one from the table to make their way to the adjoining room.

They had taken only a few steps when the Senator greeted them, his usually ebullient demeanour amplified by the success of his party. "Ahh…. Mr Sully, Dr Quinn …..," he bellowed. "I’m so glad that you could attend ….. I hope that you, your friends and family are enjoying yourselves?" His shining eyes swept over the group and alighted on Thomas and Kathleen, whom he plainly did not recognise.

Sully immediately introduced them. "Ahh ….. Senator ….. this is Thomas Enders … visitin’ from Charleston, West Virginia …… he works for Senator Greenwood …. expect you know him ….." He turned to Kathleen. "An’ this is his sister Kathleen …. She’s bin staying with us for a coupla months now …. Intends makin’ Colorado Springs her home."

There was a sudden silence amongst the Sully group, almost as if each was holding his or her breath, expecting an explosion. Instead it was the Senator who remarked loudly and thoughtfully, "Greenwood you say?? ….. Big chap ….. great white whiskers ….. interested in the territories. Right?"

Thomas nodded and dropped his angry eyes sullenly to the floor.

The Senator continued, "I’ll bet he hasn’t been west of St Louis …. Often amazed by the number of *experts* who somehow become experts without knowledge *or* experience." He laughed loudly at his own joke and then reached out to shake Thomas’s hand vigorously. "Expect that’s why you’re out here young man ….. come and tell me what you think of this beautiful wilderness country …. And what its like to work for that cranky old popinjay."

There was a collective sigh of relief as Thomas reluctantly followed in the Senator’s wake. Sully suddenly laughed heartily. "Well …. knowin’ the Senator …. that should keep him busy for a while …..sooo …… let’s eat!"

Supper was delicious! But especially for Michaela, for to her delight, amongst the tantalising, rich desserts was a large bowl of chocolate ice-cream, kept cold in its own tub of ice. Sully chuckled when he saw her eyes light up and then he realised that there were others who were chuckling along with him. It seemed that the townspeople who had devoted their time to helping with Myra’s rehabilitation at the Chateau, had become aware of Michaela’s craving for the creamy confection, and some, like Hank and Colleen, had indulged it willingly. Oblivious to the amused glances around her, Michaela delved into her simple dessert, savouring every mouthful.

As the group completed their repast and sighed with contentment, the sound of Christmas music suddenly filled the air, wafting in from the direction of the salon. As they stood to rejoin the party a clear, strong soprano began the poignant ‘Silent Night’. They re-entered the salon to see Grace standing regally by the piano giving her own unique rendering of this popular carol. There was silence in the room, except for Grace’s soaring tones and a sensitive accompaniment from the hired musicians. Halting just inside the doorway, Michaela leant back into Sully’s arms and closed her eyes, taking pleasure in the beautiful music and sharing it with her entire family on such a night. She rested her hand on her swollen stomach, feeling truly blessed. Sully, ever sensitive to Michaela’s mood, rested his hand atop hers and leant down to gently kiss her cheek. As the carol ended and the gathering burst into thunderous applause, he drew her back out of the room and across into an alcove off the foyer.

"Bit different to last year … aint it?" he murmured, gently caressing her hands. His eyes roved upwards and then his face broke into a cheeky smile.

Following the direction of his eyes Michaela spied a sprig of mistletoe suspended above their heads and she too smiled. She gazed into his gleaming blue eyes. "You planned this didn’t you?" she murmured saucily, leaning a little closer to him.