“Not just my memories, you know, or Beryl’s and Delilah’s and Mother’s, but those generations that came before us. And not our family alone, mind you. Millworth Manor has changed hands any number of times since it was built. Everyone who has ever lived in this house has made his or her mark upon it. And judging from the endless boxes up here, each previous occupant left something behind as well.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Should you ever need a costume from another age, I daresay, you could find one here.”

He chuckled. “I shall keep that in mind.”

“Here they are.” She stopped before a stack of four boxes labeled Christmas Tree and picked one up. “They’re not very heavy, but they are a little awkward. We shall have to make more than one trip.”

“You have changed, Camille. I never imagined you, of all people, carrying boxes for yourself.”

“Neither did I.” She sighed. “But one does what one must.”

“Don’t be absurd. You pull the boxes out and I will ferry them down the stairs,” he said. “We can have your footmen bring them down to the first floor later.”

“I should hate to interrupt their swordplay.” She handed him the box.

He started for the stairs. “Sacrifices must be made. It is Christmas, after all.”

They made short work of getting the boxes out of the attic. Grayson carried the final box to the floor below them, then returned.

“Is that it?”

Camille nodded; her gaze circled the room. “I haven’t been up here in years. I always fancied it was filled with hidden treasures.”

He grinned. “Pirate booty and the like.”

“I shall have to come up and have a good look around one day. I can’t imagine what might be hidden in some of these boxes and crates.” She cast him a wry look. “It’s entirely your fault, you know.”

He gasped. “Mine?”

“All that sentimental nonsense about memories packed away.”

“Perhaps,” he said casually, “it’s time to unpack some of them.”

“Some memories are best left undisturbed,” she said firmly.

“And some memories should be cherished.” He fell silent for a long moment; then blew a resigned breath. “And we are here now.”

“It’s tempting.” She looked around the vast space. “But I have a great deal to accomplish today.”

“Nonsense.” He scoffed. “It’s been my observation that there hasn’t been a moment since I arrived when you haven’t been thinking about what to do next or worried about who might say what. Indeed, you can see the strain of all this on your face. Right here.” He reached out and placed his finger between her brows. “There is a small furrow here that appears when you are concerned or thoughtful or annoyed. If you do not take care, it will form a permanent wrinkle.”