Snowed In For Christmas. Caroline Anderson

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      She thought about it for a moment. Her parents had spoiled him on his birthday just four weeks ago, and he’d had so many presents he hadn’t really known what to play with first. And there was nothing here in the house, really, that he could play with safely.

      And then she had an idea that would solve it all. ‘I think—presents? Or some of them, at least. I’ve got him a wooden train set, and it comes in two boxes. There’s the main set, and there are some little people and a bench and trees and things in another box. You could give him that, if you’re really worried about him having something from you under the tree.’

      ‘Don’t you mind?’

      She laughed. ‘Why should I mind? He’s still getting the toy, and it would give him something constructive to play with while we’re stuck here. And I’ve got a little stocking for him from Father Christmas. That ought to go up tonight because he’s bound to get up early.’

      ‘Does he even know who Father Christmas is?’

      She smiled ruefully. ‘I don’t know. We went to see him, but I’m not sure he was that impressed. He looked a bit worried, to be honest, but it might make him like the old guy a bit better if he brings him chocolate.’

      They shared a smiled, and he nodded.

      ‘You could hang it from the beam over the fire.’

      ‘I could. We might need to let the fire go out first, though, so the chocolate buttons don’t melt.’

      ‘Ah. Yes, of course. Good plan. Well, if we let it die down now, it should be all right by the end of the evening. It can go at the side, out of the direct heat. And, yes, please, if I can put my name on the other box of train stuff, that would be good. But you must let me pay you for it.’

      She just laughed at that, it was so outrageous. ‘You have to be kidding! The amount you’re spending on us already? I’ll have you know I eat a lot on Christmas Day.’

      ‘Good. Have you seen the size of the goose?’

      ‘We have goose?’ she said, her jaw dropping open in delight. ‘Oh, wow, I love goose! What stuffing?’

      ‘Prune and apple and Armagnac,’ he told her, and she sighed with contentment and slumped back onto the sofa cushions, grinning.

      ‘Oh, joy. Deep, deep joy. Bring it on...’

      He laughed and stood up, slapping her leg lightly in passing. ‘That’s your job. I have no idea how to cook a goose, especially not in an Aga, so I was hoping you’d do it. Shall I get the presents?’

      ‘I’ll come. I only want a few. Where did you put them?’

      ‘In my room.’

      Ah.

      Was her face so transparent? Because he took one look at her and smiled and shook his head.

      ‘You’re perfectly safe, George. I’m not going to do anything crazy.’

      No. And wishing she wouldn’t be quite so perfectly safe was crazy. Utterly crazy. Good job one of them was thinking clearly.

      She nodded slowly and stood up. ‘OK. We’ll just get the train set boxes and the stocking and leave the rest for when I’m with my parents. Then I can just put the whole bag in the car when I leave.’

      * * *

      He didn’t want her to leave.

      It dawned on him suddenly, with a dip in his stomach, as they went upstairs to the bedroom, walking up side by side as if they were going to bed.

      And he needed to stop thinking about that right there before he embarrassed them both.

      He pushed the door open and flicked on the light. ‘They’re in here,’ he said, and let her through the communicating door into his dressing room. It had been cut in half, the half with the window becoming the bathroom, this half now lined out with wardrobes fitted with racks and shelves and hanging space.

      He’d dumped the bag of presents inside one of the practically empty cupboards, and he pulled it out and turned to find her looking around, studying the wardrobes minutely.

      ‘Useful. Really useful. What sensible storage. They’re great.’

      ‘They are. How anybody managed with that little cupboard in the bedroom I have no idea.’

      ‘Maybe they didn’t have as many clothes. Or maybe they just used it to play hide and seek?’ she said lightly.

      She was bending over the presents as he held them, and he stared down at the top of her head and tried to work out what was going on in there. Why had she said that? Why chuck something so contentious into the mix?

      Although it was him that had raised the subject of the cupboard in the first place...

      He had to get out of there. Now.

      ‘Right, why don’t I leave you to sort out what you want to bring down, and I’ll go and get on. I’ve got a few loose ends to tie up before tomorrow. Just stick them back in the cupboard when you’re done.’

      And he handed her the bag and left. Swiftly, before he gave in to the temptation to grab her by the shoulders, haul her up straight and kiss her senseless.

      * * *

      ‘Here. This is the train set stuff. Did you want to wrap yours in different paper?’

      She put the boxes down on the kitchen table and he studied them thoughtfully. ‘Does it matter if they’re the same?’

      ‘Not necessarily.’

      He gave a slight smile. ‘I’ll do whatever, but I have to say my wrapping paper doesn’t really compete with little trains being driven by Santas.’

      She smiled back. ‘Probably not. And he won’t think about the fact that they’re the same. He’ll just want to unwrap them. He knows what presents are now, having just had a birthday.’

      ‘When was his birthday?’

      ‘Three days after yours.’

      His eyebrows crunched briefly together again in another little frown, and she wondered what she’d said this time. Was it because she remembered his birthday? Unlikely. She’d always remembered everyone’s birthdays. That was what she did. Remembered stuff. It was her forte, just as his was making money.

      She gave up trying to work him out.

      ‘So, lunch tomorrow or whenever we’re having it. Are we going for lunchtime, or mid-afternoon, or evening, or what?’

      He turned his hands palm up and shrugged. ‘Look, this is all for Josh. I don’t care what time we eat, so long as we eat. I’m sure we’ll manage whenever it is. Just do whatever you think will suit СКАЧАТЬ