Christmas With Her Secret Prince. Nina Singh

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СКАЧАТЬ a peek at her as soon as I woke up. Breathing nice and even. Even has some color back in her face. Well, real color. Aside from the nasty purple bruise.”

      Ray felt the tension he wasn’t aware he held slowly leave his chest and shoulders. One of the women pulled a chair out for him as another handed him a steaming cup of coffee. Both actions were done with a no-nonsense efficiency. Ray gratefully took the steaming cup and sat down.

      The small flat was a far cry from the majestic expanse of the castle he called home, but the sheer homeliness and coziness of the setting served to put him in a comfortable state of ease, one that took him a bit by surprise. He spent most of his life in a harried state of rushing from one activity or responsibility to another. To be able to simply sit and enjoy a cup of coffee in a quaint New England kitchen was a novel experience. One he was enjoying more than he would have guessed.

      “Damn shame about the dress,” Greta or Frannie commented as she sat down across him, the other lady joining them a moment later after refreshing her mug. He really needed one of them to somehow identify herself or he was bound to make an embarrassing slip before the morning was over about who was who.

      “Can someone tell me what the deal is with this dress?” he asked.

      “Mel was coming back from shopping when you and your friend knocked her on her keister,” the sister right next to him answered.

      “Frannie!” the other one exclaimed. Thank goodness. Now he just had to keep straight which was which once they stood. “That’s no way to talk to our guest,” she added.

      Ray took a sip of his coffee, the guilt washing over him once more. Though technically they hadn’t been the ones to actually run into Mel—the cyclist had done that—he couldn’t help but feel that if Saleh had been paying better attention, Mel wouldn’t be in the state she was in currently.

      “She lost the shopping bag in all the confusion,” Frannie supplied.

      “I’m terribly sorry to hear that,” Ray answered. “It must have been some dress. I’ll have to find a way to compensate for Mel’s losing it.”

      “It’s more what she needed it for.”

      Ray found himself oddly curious. When was the last time he cared about why a woman needed an article of clothing? Never. The answer to that question was a resounding never.

      “What did she need it for?”

      “To stick it to that scoundrel husband of hers.”

      Ray found himself on the verge of sputtering out the coffee he’d just taken a sip of. Husband. Mel was married. It really wasn’t any of his business. So why did he feel like someone had just landed a punch in the middle of his gut? He’d met the woman less than twelve hours ago for heaven’s sake. Had barely spoken more than a few words to her.

      “He’s her ex-husband,” Greta clarified. “But my sister’s right about the scoundrel part.”

      “Oh?” Ray inquired. For the second time already this morning, he felt like a solid weight had been lifted off his shoulders. So she wasn’t actually married currently. He cursed internally as he thought it. What bit of difference did it make where he was concerned?

      “Yeah, he took all her money, then left her for some flirty flirt of a girl who works for him.”

      That did sound quite scoundrel-like. A pang of sympathy blossomed in his chest. No woman deserved that. What little he knew of Mel, she seemed like she wouldn’t hurt another being if her life depended on it. She certainly didn’t deserve such treatment.

      “Before they got divorced, Mel and her ex were always invited to the mayor’s annual charity holiday ball. The mayor’s daughter is a college friend of both of theirs. This year that no-good ex of Mel’s is taking his new lady. Word is, he proposed to her and they’ll be attending as doctor and fiancée.”

      Frannie nodded as her sister spoke. “Yeah, we were trying to convince her to go anyway. ’Cause why should he have the satisfaction? But she had nothing to wear. We gave her an advance on her paycheck and told her to find the nicest dress she could afford.”

      Ray sat silent, taking all this in. Several points piqued his interest, not the least of which being just how much these ladies seemed to care for the young lady who worked for them. Mel was clearly more than a mere employee. She was family and so they were beyond outraged on her behalf.

      The other thing was that she’d been trying to tell him right there on the sidewalk about how important the dress was, and he hadn’t bothered to listen. He had just assumed that she’d hit her head and didn’t know what she was talking about. He felt guilt wash over him anew.

      “I still wish there was a way she could go.” Greta shook her head with regret. “That awful man needs to know she don’t give a damn about him and that she’s still going to attend these events. With or without him.”

      A heavy silence settled over the room before Frannie broke it with a clap of her hands. “You know, I got a great idea,” she declared to her sister with no small display of excitement.

      “What’s that?”

      “I know she don’t have anything to wear, but if she can figure that out, I think Ray here should take her.” She flashed a brilliant smile in his direction.

      Greta gasped in agreement, nodding vehemently. “Ooh, excellent idea. Why, he’d make for the perfect date!”

      Frannie turned to him, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “It’s the least you can do. You did knock her on her keister.”

      Greta nodded solemnly next to him.

      This unexpected turn proved to take him off guard. Ray tried to muster what exactly to say. He was spared the effort.

      Mel chose that moment to step into the room. It was clear she’d heard the bulk of the conversation. She looked far from pleased.

      Mel pulled out a chair and tried to clamp down on her horror. She could hardly believe what she’d heard. As much as she loved the Perlman sisters, sometimes they went just a tad too far. In this case, they’d traveled miles. The last thing she wanted from any man, let alone a man the likes of Ray, was some kind of sympathy date. And she’d be sure to tell both the ladies that as soon as she got them alone.

      For now, she had to try to hide her mortification from their overnight guest.

      “How do you feel, dear?” Greta asked.

      “Fine. Just fine.”

      “The swelling seems to be going down,” Frannie supplied.

      Mel merely nodded. She risked a glance at Ray from the corner of her eye. To his credit, he looked equally uncomfortable.

      Frannie stood suddenly. “Well, the two of us should get downstairs and start prepping for the weekend diner crowd.” She rubbed Mel’s shoulder. “There’s still fresh coffee in the pot. You obviously have the day off.”

      Mel started to argue, but Frannie held up a hand to stop her. Greta piped up from across the table. “Don’t even think about it. You rest and concentrate on healing. We can handle the diner today.”

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