Christmas Gift: A Family. Barbara Hannay

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СКАЧАТЬ this isn’t a good idea,’ Hugh said. ‘I can’t take gifts from your family.’

      ‘But isn’t it vitally important to have a present for little Ivy?’

      ‘Well…’

      Without further hesitation, Jo dragged her suitcase out from under the bed. ‘Luckily I haven’t wrapped these yet,’ she said, looking up at him over her shoulder.

      And he was smiling again—that dangerous smile—with his eyes fixed directly on the expanding gap between her T-shirt and her jeans.

      Heaving the suitcase on to her bed, she began hauling gifts out to pile on her bedspread.

      What she was looking for were the stocking fillers she’d bought to help her mother out—small fluffy toys, plastic spiders, dress-up jewellery, fishing lures, puzzles…

      But she more or less had to get everything out because these things were mixed in with the main presents—the action figures and video games for Bill and Eric; the books and CDs for the older boys; the ‘magic’ magnetic drawing board and hair accessories for Grace and the baby doll for Tilly.

      She glanced up at Hugh and felt a pang of dismay when she saw the look in his eyes as he stared at the doll.

      As baby dolls went, it was perfect. She’d been thrilled when she’d found it. It came in a little cane carry basket with a pink quilted lining and there was also a feeding bottle and a change of clothes.

      ‘You have quite a treasure trove here,’ he said.

      ‘I need to negotiate a bank loan every year just to cope with Christmas,’ she joked.

      ‘Six brothers and sisters…’

      ‘Mrs Bligh told you that too?’

      He nodded and smiled, then looked back at the bed. ‘I’d pay you anything for that doll.’

      Jo thought of Ivy. She was such a sweet little thing and for a fleeting moment she almost weakened. But then she came to her senses. ‘Sorry. Not possible. That’s earmarked for Tilly.’ She reached for a fluffy lavender-hued unicorn. ‘What about this? Unicorns are all the rage with the pre-school set.’

      One dark eyebrow lifted. ‘I would never have guessed. I’m completely out of my depth when it comes to little girls.’

      ‘Or there’s this—’ She reached for some multicoloured plastic bangles, but stopped when she heard the sound of giggling on the other side of the door. Her stomach plunged.

      Tiptoeing to the door, she listened. Yes, there was another burst of giggles.

      Carefully, she opened the door a crack and found Tilly and Eric crouching there, their eyes dancing with merriment. ‘Get lost, you two.’

      ‘Bill says you’ve got a man in there,’ said Tilly.

      ‘That’s none of your business. Now run away.’

      Eric bumped against the door as if he wanted to push it open, but Jo blocked it with her hip.

      ‘Is he your boyfriend?’ asked Tilly.

      ‘No, of course not. Now scram, both of you!’

      Face aflame, Jo slipped back through the narrow opening, slammed the door shut and locked it again. Embarrassed, she rolled her eyes to the ceiling, hardly daring to look at Hugh, but when she did she saw that he was standing in the middle of the room with his hands thrust in his trouser pockets, wearing an expression that was a complicated mixture of amusement and impatience.

      ‘I do appreciate your efforts.’ He gallantly remained silent about the antics of her siblings. ‘But I think I’d better be off.’

      ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Will you take the unicorn?’

      ‘Are you sure you can spare it?’

      ‘Absolutely. Right now, I’d be happy if you took all the presents. I might yet disown my entire family.’

      He flashed her a smile. ‘Just the unicorn would be terrific, thank you.’

      Jo thrust the fluffy toy into a non-see-through pink plastic bag and handed it to him. ‘Done.’

      As she hastily transferred everything back into the suitcase and dropped the lid, Hugh reached for his wallet again.

      ‘No.’ She shook her head. ‘No money. It’s for Ivy.’ Quickly she opened the door.

      ‘I must say I’m terribly grateful to you,’ Hugh said. ‘I would have hated to turn up at Agate Downs on Christmas Eve without the right gift.’

      His smile and his confession, delivered in his beautifully modulated, polite English voice, had the strangest effect on Jo. She had to fight off a weird impulse to bar the door so he couldn’t leave.

      ‘Well,’ she said, pushing such silliness out of her head and turning briskly businesslike again. ‘I mustn’t keep you any longer, Mr Strickland. I’m sure you need to be on your way and I’d better relieve Bill in the shop.’

      He hurried off then. After delivering one last quick but sincere thank you he made a hasty farewell, heading out the front door in record time.

      Leaping into his vehicle, he pulled out from the kerb at the same reckless speed with which he’d arrived.

      And Jo was left feeling strangely deflated.

      Her thoughts returned to where she’d been before he’d arrived. Remembering her friends at the office Christmas party in the city, all having a ball.

      While Hugh Strickland, possibly the dishiest man in the world and as close to Prince Charming as Jo was ever likely to meet, was riding off in his glittering coach—well, OK, his four-wheel drive. Roaring down a bush track.

      Never to be seen again.

      CHAPTER TWO

      BINDI CREEK had its last-minute pre-Christmas rush shortly after Hugh left. It seemed to Jo that almost every household in the township, as well as some from outlying properties, suddenly remembered that the shop would be closed for the next two days and that they needed items vital for Christmas.

      No doubt it was paranoia, but Jo couldn’t help wondering if some of them had come to the shop just to spy on her. At least two of the local women hinted—with very unsubtle nudges and winks—that they’d heard from Hilda Bligh about Jo’s special visitor. One of them actually said that she’d heard the Martens were expecting a visit from Ivy’s father.

      Jo pretended she had no idea what they were talking about.

      Apart from these awkward moments, she was happy to be kept busy. The work kept her mind from straying Hugh-wards.

      Brad and Nick, two of her brothers who worked further out west on cattle properties, arrived home around eight. They came into the shop and greeted her with hugs and back slaps and they hung about for ten minutes or so, catching СКАЧАТЬ