Epilogue
Nick
"Mistletoe. Kissy, kissy," Jeff's six-year-old daughter Olivia exclaimed at me and Micky.
Bushy twigs hung from the archway to Jeff's living room. I grabbed Micky around the waist and tipped her back for a swooping, dramatic kiss. Olivia whooped, and Taryn laughed.
Jeff and Taryn had invited us to Jeff's the day after Christmas as a newly official couple. I relaxed for the first time in two days after spending the holiday first with Micky's brother, stepmother, and soon-to-be sister-in-law, and then with my family.
Pete Llewellyn had been polite, but still miffed at all that I had done to his sister. I took it in stride. On Christmas Day, my mother overflowed with excitement about meeting Micky. I put the number of secret winks and thumbs up I’d received from his moth
