Making Christmas Special Again. Annie O'Neil

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СКАЧАТЬ She whistled the dog over and watched Euan’s face melt with affection when the golden Lab popped his furry face up to the screen. ‘Euan, meet Ajax.’

      Despite having done ‘the big reveal’ hundreds of times, Esme felt the familiar sheen of tears glaze her eyes. It wasn’t just the dog’s adorable face as it tried to make sense of what it was seeing on the screen, and this dog was particularly adorable. Dark brown eyes, black nose, fluffy golden fur and ears that quirked inquisitively at any unfamiliar sounds. It was Euan’s face that caught her heart and squeezed a few extra beats out of it.

      Seeing this tough kid’s eyes light up to see something that represented hope would’ve turned anyone into a puddle. It was an expression that said he believed someone was finally, unequivocally on his side.

      She gave Ajax a treat then asked him to sit beside her. ‘So, Euan, d’you mind introducing me to your mum? She’s the adult coming to stay with you, right?’

      Euan’s mum gave a nervous wave as Max and Euan pulled their chairs apart to make room for her to scoot forward. ‘This is Carly,’ Max said, his voice a bit thick with emotion if she wasn’t mistaken. ‘She’s all booked up to join Euan next week.’

      ‘Actually...’ Carly put her hand to her mouth then dropped it ‘... I’ve got a wee problem on that front.’

      Max’s eyes went wide with concern. ‘Is everything all right?’

      She shook her head. ‘My bosses have pretty much said if I leave at this time of year, I can expect not to have a job when I get back.’

      Esme was shocked. She always covered costs and rarely had problems with employers. ‘Would you like me to make a call?’

      Carly shook her head again. She looked as timorous as she was sure Euan felt. ‘I don’t want to make a fuss. I’m afraid the job’s a bit more important than the dog.’

      Esme bit down on the inside of her cheek. If only she’d had the training centre in Glasgow, as she’d planned all those years ago.

      If only the world was populated by nice, honest men who didn’t spend their new bride’s trust fund on nightclubs instead of training centres.

      Before she had a chance to say anything, Max jumped in. ‘I’ll go.’

      The look of sheer gratitude Euan threw him near enough tore Esme’s heart out of her chest. When Euan got himself together enough to give Max a fist bump, neither of them managed to meet the other’s eye.

      Esme’s chin began to wobble. She cupped her hands over her mouth.

      Max straightened up, looked back at the video screen and what felt like straight into Esme’s soul. ‘If that’s all right? Wouldn’t want to mess around your well-laid plans.’

      There was an edge to his voice, but it was a protective one. An edge that spoke of a fierce protectiveness that wasn’t going to let Euan experience one more disappointment.

      If Esme hadn’t fancied Max before, she...well, she was really going to have to command her heartstrings into place. No fawning, or drooling, or looking with dopey-eyed fondness at a man who so clearly wanted to be warm, kind and open but, for whatever reason, couldn’t.

      One week ago, her instinct had been to keep him as far away as possible.

      In the last five seconds her entire nervous system had done a one eighty. Take away the rugged good looks, the hands she would’ve paid money to see hold a puppy and that chestnut hair just begging her fingers to play with it—and underneath it all was a solid, reliable and trustworthy man.

      Which was perfect. So long as he stayed at the end of a video call. Which was no longer happening.

      Right! So. She started a mental to-do list with just one very important item: do not fall head over heels in love with Max Kirkpatrick.

      This was her most vulnerable time of year and, as such, she had to be on her guard.

      ‘So!’ She scribbled some nonsense onto a pad no one could see then gave Max a bright smile. ‘Just a few little rules and regs to cover.’

      ‘I would expect nothing less,’ he said with a...oh, my...rather sexy smile. The type that said he could see right through her and back again.

      Rule number one was going to be tough.

      Esme gave what she hoped was a briskly efficient nod and ran through a few things, including what clothes to bring, what sort of weather to expect and asking about any dietary requirements.

      Max looked at Euan. ‘I think just about anything beyond a sausage roll will be a new one on this lad.’

      Euan jabbed him in the ribs. ‘I’m not that bad. I’ve heard of...um...sushi.’ He abruptly leant in and whispered something to Max.

      Max answered quietly then gave the lad’s head a slightly awkward scrub. ‘Maybe we can scratch the sushi.’ The two of them threw each other a shy grin.

      If there was any time to wish for some Christmas magic, now was it. Esme had a feeling it wasn’t just Euan who needed a bit of TLC from a service dog. Max looked as though he had a wound or two himself that could do with being salved.

      Esme glanced down at the stray pup one of their physios had found who was curled up at her feet. Dougal. Maybe she could convince Max to give him a forever home? Dougal was cuddly and responsive enough that he’d easily be a therapy dog, but...

      When she looked back up at the screen Max was all business. Times. Schedules. Anything else they needed to bring. She answered his questions as efficiently as possible, all the while telling her hammering heart that she could do this. She could survive a week with Max Kirkpatrick. Besides, the second her brother Charles laid eyes on him she knew he wouldn’t pass the big brother approval check list. Not that Charles was officially in charge of who she dated but having a second opinion after her disastrous elopement had seemed pretty wise, all things considered.

      She followed Max’s hand as it stuffed a few of his wayward curls back into submission.

       What Charles didn’t know...

      As they signed off, Esme looked out the window towards the castle, merrily twinkling away in the early evening gloaming. It looked like something out of a fairy-tale. It was far too easy to imagine that long dreamed-of kiss under the starlight with all of the glittery warmth still swirling round her chest. Glittery warmth brought to life by one dark-haired, reluctant hero.

       Good grief.

      What had she just agreed to?

      ‘How long’s it going to take, Doc?’

      Max gave his back-seat passenger a quick glance. ‘As long as it takes, Euan.’

      About eight days with any luck. Then he wouldn’t have to go through the hoop-jumping Esme had no doubt set up for him. Attending Euan’s training classes. Ensuring Fenella, his other ‘volunteer’, was all right as her elderly mother couldn’t come along either, owing to previous commitments. Day in. Day out. Dining together. Training СКАЧАТЬ