“It’s a brilliant idea, Edward, but I’m afraid it wasn’t me, either. Was it your grandparents?”
“No,” Edward said. “The hand that wrote Kate’s note didn’t belong to either of them, and the person I chased to Christina’s was too tall to be my grandfather and it was definitely a man.”
“Mrs. Gibson and I also received notes from an anonymous source,” Frederick said. “That’s how we ended up at Poppy Farm at the same time. But honestly, I couldn’t give two figs about any of that right now. You two are reconciled and that’s all the holiday cheer I need. Edward,” he took his future son-in-law by the arm, “you’re family now, you know. Or we will be as soon as we have a wedding date settled. You will set a new date now, won’t you? You don’t have any other confessions for me, do you?”
“That’s all
