“Many hands make light work.” Mrs. Scott used the old adage she and his mother used to pull out when they were sending their six children off for kitchen duty.
His mother leaned forward in her chair. “So it’s a good thing we have ten pairs of willing adult hands.”
The others chimed in their agreement, but his mother’s response had surprised Dylan the most. “You’re right, Mom. With this many hands, we can do anything.”
He smiled at her, glad to see she was becoming more interested in the charity project. She hadn’t been wild about having her Christmas plans ditched, but he knew better than to think it was because she didn’t want to help a family in need. It was just hard for her to give up the Christmas traditions that were so important to her.
“What needs to be done to the house?” Dylan braced himself as he waited for the answer. Although he and his brothers had learned how to repair things like leaky faucets and holes in walls, which were the results of an absentee dad and overenthusiastic wrestling respectively, he wasn’t qualified to take on advanced plumbing and electrical work.
“Most of it’s cosmetic,” Caroline explained. “Just a deep cleaning and some fresh paint. The place was in pretty bad shape when Matthew’s friend bought it.”
Dylan took reports from the other committees and then asked the two mothers to add researching new and used kitchen appliances to their list, since the house would require them.
“I have a few leads for those things,” Mrs. Scott said.
“Speaking of leads,” Haley began as she hurried to the living room. She returned holding a few pieces of paper. “They gave us these at the food bank. They’re long-term aid sources the Dentons might qualify for. But most won’t be available until after the holidays.”
“Need doesn’t take a holiday,” Dylan groused.
“I found the same thing when I checked with a few of my legal clients to see if they had leads on jobs for Brad and Kelly,” Matthew said. “Basically nothing until after the New Year.”
Dylan shook his head. “Who knew it was so tough to get help?”
“Only the people who really need it.”
Until Jenna answered his rhetorical question, Dylan hadn’t even realized he’d spoken it aloud. He swallowed as he looked across the table at her. The compassion that filled her eyes tugged at his heart with some unnamed emotion. The connection he’d always felt with her was right there again, but it had shifted somehow. This new, kinder Jenna pulled him in a different way, a way that seemed to be even harder to resist.
The room had become quiet except for the carols filtering from the CD player in the other room. To cut the stillness, Dylan turned to Matthew again. “Hey, thanks for looking into job prospects. I’ll check with everyone at church tomorrow and then at work on Monday.”
“Oh, right. Work. Some of us aren’t on Christmas break this week,” Logan joked, earning a frown from Haley, who’d been taking some graduate classes.
“So you two, we’re all dying to know how your work went today,” Dylan said.
“Us?” Haley asked.
“We got along just fine,” Logan retorted.
Lizzie climbed up on her knees in her seat. “But, Mommy, you said Uncle Logan was being ridiculous after he picked up so many cans of ravioli. And Uncle Logan said you picked the bad tuna that trapped dolphins.”
Haley didn’t get the chance to answer before the room filled with laughter, the solemn mood from moments before having disappeared. Dylan took another look at the others seated around his mother’s table. He’d shared a lot of history with the Scott family. He’d hiked down mountain trails, bodysurfed in the Atlantic and taken on the challenges of the newest and fastest roller coasters with Jenna, Haley, Caroline and even Mrs. Scott.
He’d let the painful memories of Jenna obscure the happy times he’d spent with her family. But it didn’t have to be that way. He was determined to have a great Christmas with these people he’d known all his life, doing some good and even sharing a few of his mother’s traditions. If he could keep things in perspective—and keep his heart under control—maybe these holidays wouldn’t be so bad, after all.
The tree looked like a little girl playing dress-up with the contents of her grandma’s jewelry case. Okay, an especially tall little girl, Dylan decided, one who wore more strands of lights, glass balls and novelty baubles than any child needed. If that wasn’t enough, tinsel clung to the branches like some sort of icing explosion. Despite his determination to enjoy tonight’s festivities, Dylan winced at the sight.
After cleaning up dinner together, their families had taken on the challenge of decorating the huge Scotch pine in the living room. Now, as Bing Crosby crooned in the background about the white Christmas they seldom experienced this far south in Indiana, the tree’s branches drooped with so much finery he was surprised none of them had broken. After he’d spent the morning with a family who’d lost everything, the holiday display felt like a symbol of excess.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Lizzie stared up at the monstrosity with awe on her face.
“It sure is, honey.” Amy gave her granddaughter a squeeze.
“It’s amazing, that’s for sure.” Matthewbacked down the ladder he’d used to place the angel on top of the tree.
Dylan tilted his head, trying to see the display from a child’s perspective. What kid could resist all those pretty ornaments and lights? He hadn’t been able to when he was a little boy. Even now he could pick out a few ornaments that he and his brothers had made in Sunday school or bought for their mother by pooling their quarters. Those pieces represented happy memories, even if they were buried beneath tinsel in the chaos of extremes.
“Well, that’s done.”
His mother’s words brought Dylan back to the present. He turned her way as she brushed off her hands.
“Now we can draw names for the gift exchange,” Amy added. “I was thinking we could—”
Dylan held up a hand to stop her. “Wait, Mom. I thought we were going to focus on the Dentons’ Christmas, instead of ours. You know, sacrifice a little.”
“Believe me, we already have.” His mother lifted out her chin, looking offended.
“Sorry, Mom. I know how important all this is to you.”
“Do you?”
The sharp question and the frown came from his mother’s best friend. Usually Dylan appreciated Mrs. Scott’s undying support for his mother, but this time he felt his mother needed to get her priorities straight.
Leaning against the fireplace, Mrs. Scott crossed her arms over her chest. “Do you realize she turned in her third-row Nutcracker tickets so they could be resold?”
Dylan coughed into his hand. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t realized.
“She plans to use those proceeds to add to our project fund.”
Jenna spoke up before Dylan had the chance to recover. “That was so nice of you, Mrs. Warren. I’m sure the Dentons will appreciate every sacrifice any of us make.”
“Sure glad you think so, Jenna,” her mother said. “Because Amy and I returned most of the Christmas gifts we bought for you kids. We have some mall vouchers for you and Dylan to spend when you buy holiday gifts for the Dentons.”
“That’s a great idea.” Jenna looked at Dylan. “I bought mine in Detroit, but most of those stores will be in the mall here, too, so I can return mine. What do you think, Dylan?”
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