He kissed her. “So now we move on. And you and Alix move on.”

“It’s not that simple. Yes, I told her how I felt, but she also told me how she felt. She told me how scared she was that she was going to lose me,” she said, and her voice wobbled, “that our friendship would change. That there would be no place in our lives for her. And I didn’t know she was feeling that way. How could I not know? I’ve been selfish, and—”

“Stop.” He tugged her back into his arms. “You’re not a mind reader, Christy.”

“But I should have seen that. Particularly as you felt it, too. You said you found it hard to figure out the relationship because Alix was so important to me.”

“All of us should have been more open, including me. We’re not perfect, but the two of you have this great friendship, and you’re going to figure it out.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because Alix loves you, and you love her back.” He smoothed her hair away from her face. “And I love her, too. She’s a good person, Christy. And a loyal friend to you, but also to our whole family.”

Her heart seemed to grow with every word he spoke. “I know.”

“Also, she gives us the best toys.”

Christy gave a choked laugh. “That, too. What if she doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“I happen to know she does.” His gaze fixed on something over her shoulder, and Christy turned her head and saw Alix standing in the doorway. Her coat was zipped, and her hood was pulled up over her head. She hovered, as if unsure of her welcome.

Christy felt a rush of relief and then thought that might be premature. She didn’t know what Alix was here to say. She felt sick with nerves, but at least she’d have a chance to apologize.

Seb kissed her gently. “I’m going to find Robyn and Holly and build another snowman with our daughter. You two take some time together.”

He grabbed his coat and paused next to Alix. “Good to see you, Alix. And, for the record, I’m glad you’re spending Christmas with us.” Ignoring her surprised look, he gave her a quick brotherly hug and left them to it.

Alix watched him go. “What was that about?”

“He’s glad you’re here. I—I’m glad you’re here. I was afraid you’d never want to speak to me again.”

“I had to speak to you.” Alix was casual. “I needed to check you remembered to pack my stocking. The one your mother made me, with my name on it.”

Christy swallowed. “I have it. It’s over there by the fire.”

“Always good to put it out early. In case Santa gets ahead of himself. I’m still not sure how Santa knows we’re not in your house, but he seems to show up wherever you are so...” Alix pushed her hood down. Her hand shook. “I wanted to make sure you remember to put mine out with the others.”