The Millionaire's Christmas Wish. Lucy Gordon

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      ‘Part of it. I was going to arrive tomorrow and stay until the next day. Now I’ll have to call Corinne and explain that I’ve been called away. I just hope I can make her understand.’

      Tact prevented Kath from saying, Sure, she understands so well that she’s divorcing you.

      ‘You should have told Craddock to get stuffed,’ she told him robustly now.

      ‘No way! You know how hard I’ve fought for this contract, and I’m not going to see it slip through my fingers now.’

      Seeing disapproval on her face he said, defensively, ‘Kath, there’ll be other Christmases.’

      ‘I’m not so sure. Children grow up so fast, and suddenly there aren’t other Christmases.’

      ‘Now you’re being sentimental,’ he said gruffly.

      That silenced her. ‘Sentimental’ was Alex’s strongest term of disapproval.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I’m not in the best of moods. Go home, Kath. Have a nice Christmas.’

      ‘And be in early on the first day,’ she said in a reciting tone.

      ‘I never need to tell you that.’

      When she’d gone he sat down tiredly and stared at the phone. What he had to do could not be put off any longer. If you had to break a promise it was best to do it quickly and cleanly.

      He hoped there wouldn’t be any trouble with Corinne. She was used to the demands of his job, and the fact that it often took him away from his family. The only time she’d ever fought him about it was at Christmas.

      And it would have to be Christmas now, wouldn’t it? he thought, exasperated. Just when he’d wanted to put a good face on things and show that he wasn’t a neglectful father, as she’d accused him!

      He’d planned to join her and the children tomorrow, just for one day, because that was all he could spare. But he would have arrived, overflowing with presents, and they would have been impressed whether they liked it or not. They would have had to be. He would have seen to that.

      So the sooner he called, the better. Dial the number, say, I’m afraid there’s been a change of plan—

      He reached for the phone.

      CHAPTER ONE

      ‘MUM, it’s the best Christmas tree we’ve ever had. A tree fit for Santa.’

      Bobby was nine, old enough to have his own ideas about Santa, kind enough not to disillusion his adults.

      ‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it, darling?’ Corinne agreed, regarding her son tenderly.

      The tree was five feet high and covered in tinsel and baubles which had been fixed in place by eager, inexpert hands. Perhaps the star on top was a little wonky, but nobody cared about that.

      ‘Do you think Dad will like it?’ Bobby wanted to know.

      ‘I’m sure he will.’

      ‘You will tell him I did it, won’t you? Well, Mitzi helped a bit, but she’s only a little kid so she couldn’t do much.’

      ‘She’s six years old,’ Jimmy said, from where he was standing behind Corinne. ‘It’s not that long since you were six.’

      ‘It was ages ago,’ Bobby said indignantly.

      Jimmy grinned. He was a cheerful young man with a round face that smiled easily, the kind of man who seemed to have been designed by nature for the express purpose of being an uncle.

      He was in the army, on two weeks’ leave, and had gladly accepted Corinne’s invitation to spend Christmas. They were only third cousins, but, with no other family, they had always clung to their kinship.

      ‘You thought you were a big man at six,’ he reminded Bobby.

      ‘I was,’ the child said at once. ‘And I’m an even bigger one now. Put ’em up.’

      He lifted his fists, boxer-style, and Jimmy obligingly responded with the same stance. For a moment they danced around each other, Jimmy leaning down to get within the child’s range.

      Suddenly he yelled, ‘Help! He got me, he got me,’ and collapsed on the floor, clutching his nose.

      At once Bobby, the tender-hearted, dropped down beside him.

      ‘I didn’t really hurt you, did I, Uncle Jimmy?’ he asked anxiously.

      Jimmy wobbled his nose and spoke in a heavy nasal whine. ‘I dink you spoiled by dose.’

      Bobby giggled.

      In falling, Jimmy had dislodged some of the presents and the two of them began to pile them up again. Corinne helped, trying not to be too conscious of the parcel with the tag that read, To Daddy, with love from Bobby.

      ‘Daddy will like it, won’t he, Mummy? I got it specially with my pocket money.’

      ‘Then he’ll love it, whatever it is,’ she assured him. ‘Aren’t you going to tell me?’

      Bobby shook his head very seriously. ‘It’s a secret between me and Daddy. You don’t mind, do you?’

      ‘No, darling, I don’t mind.’

      She watched how carefully he replaced the box under the tree, and her heart ached for him. Both children loved their father so much, and had been let down by him so often. And the more he failed them, the more anxiously they loved him.

      But he would make up for it this time, she thought desperately. Please, don’t let anything go wrong. Make him be here.

      When Bobby had gone away, Jimmy murmured, ‘That has to be the sweetest-tempered kid in the world.’

      ‘Yes, and it scares me. He’s wide open to be badly hurt by Alex.’

      ‘But that won’t happen, will it? Alex gave his word that he’d arrive on Christmas Eve.’

      Corinne made a face. ‘Yes, but a promise to us was always conditional on business.’

      ‘But not at Christmas?’ Jimmy said, shocked.

      ‘Especially at Christmas, because that was when he could steal a march on all those wimps who spent it with their families.’

      ‘But he promised to spend this Christmas with you and the kids.’

      ‘No, what he promised was to arrive on Christmas Eve and leave on Christmas Day.’

      ‘So little time? Then surely you don’t have to worry about him cancelling that?’

      ‘I wish I could believe it. Do you know? I’m not sure the children even realise that our marriage is over. They hardly see less of him now than they did then. Apart СКАЧАТЬ