“Are you sure we have everything?” Greg asks, hovering over the open car trunk.      Melinda scans the contents one more time. “It looks like it,” she says. “There’s Father’s present. And Jean’s, Cynthia’s and Jessica’s.”      She makes a face at the last name and Greg notices. He chuckles. “She’ll get over it eventually, Melinda. It’s your family, too.”      Melinda waves her hand in the air as if she is dismissing the conversation. She didn’t like talking about Jessica. Knowing that her half-sister resented her entry into the family was more painful than she liked to admit.      She changes the subject. “Oh look, there’s your present,” she says nudging him, her eyes dancing.      “Where? Do you mean you?”      He closes the trunk and pulls her to him, kissing her gently on the lips. Melinda feels her cheeks flush at his touch. She closes her eyes, relishing the feeling of the cold December air biting at her warm skin.      “I’m so glad you’re spending Christmas Eve with me,” she says, touching the side of his face.      He smiles down at her. “This one and many more.”