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Chapters (67)
  1. Malory Family Tree
  2. The Present
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Home for the Holidays
  35. Dedication
  36. Chapter 1
  37. Chapter 2
  38. Chapter 3
  39. Chapter 4
  40. Chapter 5
  41. Chapter 6
  42. Chapter 7
  43. Chapter 8
  44. Chapter 9
  45. Chapter 10
  46. Chapter 11
  47. Chapter 12
  48. Chapter 13
  49. Chapter 14
  50. Chapter 15
  51. Chapter 16
  52. Chapter 17
  53. Chapter 18
  54. Chapter 19
  55. Chapter 20
  56. Chapter 21
  57. Chapter 22
  58. Chapter 23
  59. Chapter 24
  60. Chapter 25
  61. Chapter 26
  62. Chapter 27
  63. Chapter 28
  64. About the Author
  65. Praise for The Holiday Present
  66. Books by Johanna Lindsey
  67. About the Publisher

Her frown got deeper. He almost shook her, to get her to finish.

“Well?” he demanded.

“Well, if the wind didn’t gust once more in that corner, rattling the lid on the trunk something fierce. I swear, it seemed almost as if the wind was trying to open it. It really was the strangest damned thing. Gave me the chills, I don’t mind telling you. And that’s when I remembered that old leather-wrapped thing I’d put in that trunk long before I ever came to Haverston to work—and that I was supposed to give it to your family as a gift. Stranger yet, soon as I did open the trunk, the wind stopped completely.”

He laughed suddenly. “I can just hear what Amy would say about that if she’d been there. She’d insist it was my grandmother’s ghost, or perhaps even her grandmother’s ghost, making sure the journal got delivered. Good God, don’t ever tell her about that wind, Molly. She really will think this old place is haunted.”

“Nonsense. It was just a wind, likely stirred up by the heat in the room.”

“Yes, obviously, yet my niece is a bit fanciful, so let’s keep that part of your discovery to ourselves, shall we?” he suggested with a smile.

“If you insist.”

“Now tell me who gave it to you all those years ago. You aren’t old enough to have known my grandmother.”

“No, but my grandmum was. And it all came back to me when I found it again, what she’d told me when she gave the present into my keeping. She’d been Anna Malory’s personal maid, you know.”

He grinned at her. “Now, how would I have known that, when you never bothered to mention it before?”

She blushed. “Well, I’d forgotten about that, too. I don’t remember much about my grandmum, since I was so young when I knew her, and she died soon after she gave me that journal. And my mother never worked here at Haverston, so she’d had no dealings with the Malorys herself, nor ever had reason to mention them, which made it all the easier for me to forget about it. And it was more than ten years later before I came to work here myself, but even that didn’t stir my memory.”

“So Anna Malory gave it to your grandmother to deliver?”