Stella Bagwell - The Best Christmas Ever

“We’ve been out in the field for over a week on training maneuvers,” Nick explained. “I couldn’t get to a phone.”

“And there’s not one phone between here and Lawton? You could have at least called and warned us you were coming,” Kathleen told him.

Nick’s look told Kathleen just what he thought of her suggestion. “Are you crazy? And ruin my surprise?”

With a good-natured groan she said, “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Would you really want me to, sis?” he asked, giving her an impish grin.

Kathleen moaned and rolled her eyes. “Mom, how are we ever going to put up with him and get ready for a wedding at the same time?”

“Well, we won’t do it standing around here. Let’s go in,” Ella said, urging her son and daughter up the steps and into the house.

Inside the kitchen, Kathleen stood back with her hands on her hips and gave her brother a thorough looking over. “I guess you’ll do,” she said, her eyes full of love and laughter.

Ella wasn’t nearly as kind. She poked a finger into his midsection. “You look thin. What has the army been feeding you—K rations three times a day?”

Laughing, Nick shook his head. “Mom, you’re looking at a man in prime physical condition.”

“If you say so, Sergeant Gallagher,” Kathleen said teasingly. “How many push-ups can you do?”

“I won’t tell. Sam might kill himself trying to outdo me.” He glanced from his sister to look around the room. “Speaking of Brother Samuel, where is he? And where’s my future sister-in-law? I’m dying to see if she’s still as pretty as she used to be.”

Ella waved her hand dismissively. “Actually, Oliv-ia has been running her legs off getting ready for the wedding. But this afternoon she and Sam took time out to round up food and toys for the mission where she’s been doing a little volunteer work.”

Nick’s brows arched in wonder. “Sam is out gathering food and toys? Instead of farming? Olivia must have really transformed the boy.”

Ella gave her son an impatient look. “Your brother can do other things, you know. Besides, you might as well hear it right now. Olivia had a hard time of it over in Africa. Sam’s trying to help her ease back into relief work. So don’t be pestering her with a lot of questions about Ethiopia. You hear me?”

Nick stared at his mother. “You mean we have to handle her with kid gloves?”

“No, Nicholas. She isn’t that fragile. I’m just telling you to be kind and...sensitive.”

A beguiling grin suddenly spread across his face. “Now, Mother, you know that I know all about dealing with—”

“Yes. We know. Dealing with women,” she interrupted, shaking her head.

Laughing, Kathleen crooked her arm through Nick’s and tugged him over to the kitchen table. “Just wait until you see them together, Nick. I never thought I’d ever see Sam so happy. And Olivia is positively glowing.”

Nick eased his six-foot frame into one of the wooden chairs at the table, then leaned back and crossed his legs at the ankles.

“So where’s Dad?” he asked.

“He’s down at the hog pen trying to build some sort of watering system that won’t freeze. I guess he didn’t hear you drive up,” Kathleen said.

Nick told himself not to feel let down because his father wasn’t around to greet him.

“He’ll be in shortly,” Ella told her son. “It’s close to two o’clock and he can’t go much longer than that without his afternoon coffee. He’s going to be so surprised to see you.”

“He must be getting soft in his older years,” Nick said fondly. “I can remember when he’d have a fit if Sam and I quit for a soda.”

Kathleen made a tsking noise with her tongue. “Don’t you really mean a dip in the river that would end up lasting half of the afternoon?”

Nick made a face at his sister and she leaned over and mussed his dark auburn hair. “I’ll bet you never tell those poor privates beneath you what a terror you used to be.”

He grinned. “I’m not totally crazy, sis.”

“Kathleen, come here and make coffee. You can talk to your brother from across the room. I’ve got to finish coloring this rice so it can be drying,” Ella said as she wiped her hands on the edge of her apron. “Nick, do you want to bring in your bags now?”

“I have a whole trunkful of things out there. I’ll get them later.”

“You did bring your Class A’s, didn’t you? I know Sam will want you to wear them for the wedding,” Kathleen said, referring to his dress military uniform.

Nick grinned, more to himself than at his sister. She was finally on the mend. Some of her old spark was back in her eyes and she was smiling and laughing again. It was wonderful to see.

“As a matter of fact, my Class A’s were one of the very first things I packed, sis. Along with your Christmas present, of course.”

Kathleen instantly forgot the coffee. She came up behind her brother and, looping her arms around his neck, pressed her cheek against his. “You are going to tell me what it is, aren’t you?”

Nick chuckled wickedly. “Not even a hint.”

“Nick—” Kathleen began to plead, only to have Ella interrupt them.

“Kathleen, the coffee,” she reminded her. “I’m sure Nick could use a cup after his long drive.” The older woman wearily brushed back a wisp of hair. “I never realized getting ready for a wedding would be such a job. And with Christmas, too, I don’t know if we’re going to make it.”

“Of course we’ll make it. Nick’s here to help now,” Kathleen said happily.

Nick merely looked at the two women and laughed. “Me, help? I don’t know anything about weddings. I’d rather march five miles in sleet and snow than go to a wedding.”

“Scared all that love and commitment stuff might rub off, eh?” Kathleen teased.

His sister was so close to the truth it made Nick shift uncomfortably in his chair. “There’s not a man alive that can truly say he likes weddings,” Nick said defensively.

“The groom does, Nick. Isn’t there someone back in Lawton expecting a marriage proposal from you? You could make it a double wedding with Sam, you know, and save Mom a lot of extra work.”

Nick looked pointedly at his sister. “I’m doing just fine, sis. Thanks anyway.”

“I was only hoping,” Kathleen said with a laugh.

Tired of sitting from the long drive across Oklahoma, Nick got to his feet and joined his mother and sister at the work island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Is Old Lady Lee still living?” he asked thoughtfully. “I see Sam planted the fields around her house this year.”

“I’m sad to say she’s in a nursing home now,” Ella told him. “The poor dear could no longer see to take care of herself. And Allison, well, she has all she can do as it is. Still, the little thing feels so guilty about her grandmother.”

Nick turned to his sister in confusion. “Who is this Allison she’s talking about? The only person I ever remember living in that house was Old Lady Lee.”

“Nick!” his mother scolded. “Quit calling her that. You know her name is Martha. My word, she fed you licorice every day of your young life.”

“Yeah, and I hate licorice. But I kept going to see her thinking she’d give me something different,” Nick confessed.

“Oh, my, you were awful,” Kathleen said with a groan.

Nick gave her a wicked smile. “Awful good, sis,” he teased, then asked, “So, who’s living in Old Lady Lee’s house now? There was wood on the porch.”

His mother gave him an impatient look. “Why, Allison, of course! Martha’s granddaughter.”

“She’ll be here tonight for supper,” Kathleen explained, then with an impish smile, she reached up and grabbed his chin. “She’s coming over to help us with some of the wedding preparations.” Still holding on to his face, she glanced at Ella. “Look at him, Mother. Isn’t he the most handsome thing? Who do you think is more handsome, him or Sam?”