All I Want for Christmas Page 14

  "Then you were an idiot," she mumbled.

  "I was clumsy." He watched the tiny lights on her tree shining in her hair and gave up any thought of saving himself. "All right, I was an idiot. The worst kind, be­cause I kept hiding from what you might feel, from what I felt. I didn't fall in love with you right away. At least I didn't know it. Not until the night of the concert. I wanted to tell you. I didn't know how to tell you. Then I heard something about the New York offer and it was the perfect excuse to push you out. I thought I was pro­tecting the kids from getting hurt." No, he wouldn't use them, he thought in disgust. Not even to get her back. "That was only part of it. I was protecting myself. I couldn't control the way I felt about you. It scared me."

  "Now's no different from then, Mac."

  "It could be different." He took a chance and laid his hands on her shoulders, turned her to face him. "It took my own sons to show me that sometimes you've just got to wish. Don't leave me, Nell. Don't leave us."

  "I was never going anywhere."

  "Forgive me." She started to turn her head away, but he cupped her cheek, held it gently. "Please. Maybe I can't fix this, but give me a chance to try. I need you in my life. We need you."

  There was such patience in his voice, such quiet strength in the hand on her face. Even as she looked at him, her heart began to heal. "I love you. All of you. I can't help it."

  Relief and gratitude flavored the kiss as he touched his lips to hers. "I love you. I don't want to help it." Drawing her close, he cradled her head on his shoulder. "It's just been the three of us for so long, I didn't know how to make room. I think I'm figuring it out." He eased her away again and reached into his coat pocket. "I bought you a present."

  "Mac." Still staggered from the roller-coaster emo­tions, she rubbed her hands over her damp cheeks. "It isn't Christmas yet."

  "Close enough. I think if you'd open it now, I'd stop having all this tightness in my chest."

  "All right." She dashed another tear aside. "We'll con­sider it a peace offering, then. I may even decide to..." She trailed off when the box was open in her hand. A ring, the traditional single diamond crowning a gold band.

  "Marry me, Nell," he said quietly. "Be the mom."

  She raised dazzled eyes to his. "You move awfully quickly for someone who always seems to take his time."

  "Christmas Eve." He watched her face as he took the ring out of the box. "It seemed like the night to push my luck."

  "It was a good choice." Smiling, she held out her hand. "A very good choice." When the ring was on her finger, she lifted her hand to his cheek. "When?"

  He should have known it would be simple. With her, it would always be simple. "New Year's Eve's only a week away. It would be a good start to a new year. A new life."

  "Yes."

  "Will you come home with me tonight? I left the kids at Mira's. We could pick them up, and you'd spend Christmas where you belong." Before she could answer, he smiled and kissed her hand. "You're already packed."

  "So I am. It must be magic."

  "I'm beginning to believe it." He framed her face with his hands, lowered his mouth for a long, lingering kiss. "Maybe I didn't wish for you, but you're all I want for Christmas, Nell."

  He rubbed his cheek over her hair, looked out at the colored lights gleaming on the houses below. "Did you hear something?" he murmured.

  "Mmm..." She held him close, smiled. "Sleigh bells."