The Mills & Boon Christmas Wishes Collection. Maisey Yates

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      She grinned. “You wish.”

      “No, I do not wish. Men complicate everything!”

      The creaks and moans of the lodge didn’t bother me any more. I was used to the grand old dame making her presence felt in the whispers of wind, and shivers of brocade curtains. And if the ghosts made their presence felt, then who was I to judge? I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, but sometimes I awoke with a start, and had the feeling I wasn’t alone, which was all sorts of crazy. I put it down to fatigue and erratic, dream-filled sleep.

      “Speaking of men…” Amory said, falling into a plush, wingback chair we’d rescued from the basement and rejuvenated. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I was thinking back to a few weeks ago – the night I arrived actually – and I could be mistaken, but did I interrupt you and Kai? I wasn’t paying attention at the time, but I’m sure you two were in each other’s arms like… lovers.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously and it was all I could do to keep my expression neutral.

      Damn it! I had tried very hard to forget all about Kai and the spontaneous kiss under the moonlight. He had left before I was up the next morning, and I hadn’t heard a peep from him since. He’d probably forgotten all about me and Cedarwood by now, and thus there’d been no point confiding in Amory about our brief clinch. Without him here, the work days had lost some of their shine – for me anyway.

      “In his arms?” I said doubtfully, as if she was silly to suggest such a thing. “God, no. We had been discussing the… the cleanup. Probably why he hotfooted out so early the next day.” I lifted a shoulder as if it was nothing, but the mention of Kai and that kiss still had the ability to make me woozy. What could I say? It had been a long time since I’d been plagued with thoughts of a man in the romantic sense – it jolted me, these long-dormant feelings.

      Not fooled, Amory narrowed her eyes and said breezily, “Oh, my mistake, this postcard must be for someone else then…” With a playful smile she waved the postcard in front of me.

      With a shriek I snatched it from her, and held it to my chest. “Did you read it?”

      She faux-gasped, “I would never do that!”

      “You liar!” I laughed, and lobbed a cushion at her.

      Even if Amory had read the postcard, which I had no doubt she had, I wanted to read it alone and savor it. I peeked at the festive picture on the front of a snow-covered park with a line saying: Wish you were here. Of course, I instantly read too much into it…

      “Well, aren’t you going to read it?”

      “Later,” I said. “It’s probably just a polite reminder asking for his last invoice to be paid.” Which I really needed to do. Was I subconsciously holding out so he’d call me? No, no, no. I was just time poor, that was all.

      She rolled her eyes dramatically. “As if… Just read the damn thing. And then we can dissect every word for hidden meaning.”

      It was hard to hide anything from Amory, but I kept the farce up, not willing to give in so easily. “Can we get back to decorating?” I motioned to a box from which shiny baubles and sparkly tinsel spilled out, dusting the floorboards with glitter. “All we’ve done so far is make a mess.”

      “Fine,” she grinned. “Let’s throw some tinsel around while we talk.”

      She was incorrigible, and wouldn’t give up until I’d read the damn card and deliberated over every single syllable with her.

      Her innocent act didn’t fool me, though – I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets. She’d been at Cedarwood for a couple of weeks now, and her lips remained firmly clamped about why she’d hastily left Manhattan.

      I hadn’t pushed for details, hoping Amory would share when she was ready. I had a feeling it was something to do with Cruz, and not a problem at the agency, from the amount of work calls she was fielding, telling them with good grace that she was on a sabbatical.

      I waggled my eyebrows, sensing an opportunity. “Fine, I’ll tell if you will.”

      “Oh, you cunning little minx.” She puckered her lips.

      “Learned from the best,” I winked.

      “Fine.”

      “Fine.”

      “You first.”

      I flipped the postcard over and read Kai’s loping scrawls:

       When the noise of the city gets too much, I think of Cedarwood. The silence, the stars, and being surrounded by the beauty of nature. What happened the night of the party?

       Kai

      Heat rose in my cheeks. What happened? A kiss happened, and not your run-of-the-mill kiss either: a knee-trembler, a time-stopper, a gasp-inducer, the type I’d only ever read about before, but was I alone in that thought? He hadn’t called since, had he?

      “Come on, the suspense is killing me!”

      I handed the card to Amory and she pretended to read it for the first time. “I knew it! God, you must’ve been so annoyed when I stumbled in at that exact moment!”

      I let out a nervous laugh. “The timing wasn’t ideal, but I was happy to see you. Besides, as you can clearly see, it didn’t mean anything to him. The poor guy got out of here as quick as he could so he wouldn’t have to face me again.”

      A scoff escaped her pinked lips. “Where does it say that?” She made a show of rereading it, squinting at it up close.

      Giving her a long look I quoted from memory: “What happened the night of the party? Not exactly a declaration of love, is it?” In my heart of hearts I hadn’t expected anything more. So far my love life had been underwhelming. It wasn’t that I didn’t want romance, it was more that I hadn’t found anyone who flipped my world upside down. And I was just too busy to waste time with Mr Right Nows.

      Amory stared me down like I was an unruly child.

      “What’s that face supposed to mean?” I asked, folding my arms.

      With a huff she said, “You’re looking for a reason to cast him off before it’s even started! If you read between the lines of what he wrote, he’s saying he misses Cedarwood, which really means he’s missing you, and he’s asking if the kiss meant something to you, because it clearly did to him! Men don’t send correspondence if they don’t care, for God’s sake.”

      It was my turn to scoff. “It doesn’t mean that at all! If he was interested he wouldn’t have left before the sun rose the next day, would he? It was like he couldn’t get out of here fast enough. The postcard is a reminder: hey, pay your bills, lady. Which I intend to do once we get all of this work done.” I sighed. There was never enough time, and my nerves became more frayed the closer the bridal expo crept. Love would complicate things. Better instead if I focused on my friends, my brides, and my business. Just like usual: work, work, work.

      I bent to the box of decorations, and busied myself rummaging.

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