A New Year Bride. Scarlet Wilson

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      Christmas had come to The Armstrong hotel.

      She’d captured it. She’d captured the Christmas spirit without drowning him in it.

      The tree was giant, but the effect of only having one colour made it seem more sleek and exclusive than he’d expected. The intermittent snow globes were focal points. Something people could touch, pick up and hold.

      The dimmed lights were perfect. It bathed the whole area in the most magical purple light.

      ‘Finlay?’ This time there was a tremor in her voice.

      He kept looking, kept looking at everything around him, before finally turning and locking gazes with Grace.

      ‘I think Santa got everything wrong,’ he said.

      Her eyes widened. ‘What do you mean?’

      Finlay laughed and opened his arms wide. ‘His grotto. Clearly, it should have been purple.’ He spun around, relishing the transformation of his hotel.

      He didn’t just like it. He loved it.

      Never, even in a million years, did he think he’d feel like this.

      He picked up Grace and swung her around.

      She was still in shock. She put her hands on his shoulders and let out a squeal. She was still looking for verification. She needed to hear the words out loud.

      ‘You like it? You think it’s good?’

      He set her feet back down on the slate floor. ‘I don’t think it’s good—I think it’s fantastic!’ He shook his head. ‘I can’t believe you’ve done this. I can’t believe you’ve managed to capture just what I wanted for The Armstrong without…’

      His voice tailed off. That wasn’t something to say out loud. That was part of his private thoughts.

      She stepped in front of him again. This time the tension on her face and across her shoulders had disappeared. The expression on her face was one of compassion, understanding. She touched his arm. ‘Without taking you back to where you don’t want to be.’ She nodded. ‘I wanted this to be about something new for you. Something entirely different.’ She lowered her gaze. ‘Not that there’s anything wrong with memories. Not that there’s anything wrong with taking some time.’

      His heart swelled. He knew so little about Grace. This woman, that he’d almost threatened to fire, that had stood up to him, teased him, and shown him compassion and made him feel things he hadn’t in years.

      He was thinking things and feeling things that had been locked away inside for a long time.

      He’d been so shut off. So determined not to let anything out—not to open himself up to the world of hurt that he’d felt before.

      But things felt differently than he’d expected. The world outside didn’t feel quite so bad as before. He recognised things in Grace that he hadn’t expected to.

      It was time to start making connections. Time to start showing interest in those around him. And he knew exactly where to start.

      He reached down and took her hand. ‘I owe you more than a coat.’

      She shook her head automatically. ‘No, you don’t. And that coat is beautiful. Completely impractical and the kind of thing I wear in one of my dreams. Thank you for that.’

      Her dark brown eyes met his. ‘Every girl should get to be a princess some time.’

      There was a little pang inside his chest. ‘Come to the staff party with me.’

      She dropped his hand. ‘What?’ She looked truly shocked.

      ‘I mean it.’

      Her mouth opened and then closed again.

      ‘Every year there is a pre-Christmas staff party at the hotel. I haven’t gone for the last five years. This year—it’s time for me to attend again.’ He shrugged. ‘I can’t promise I’ll dance. I can’t promise I’ll play Santa Claus.’ He gave her a serious nod. ‘But I can promise you there will be music, spectacular food and champagne. If you want to be treated like a princess, then come to the party with me.’

      She still looked a bit stunned. ‘I’ve heard about the staff party. I just wasn’t sure if I was going to go. What will the rest of the staff think if I go with you?’

      He waved his hand. ‘Who cares?’

      ‘I care.’ She looked serious.

      He shook his head and took both her hands in his. ‘Grace, they will think I’m saying thank you for the way you’ve decorated the hotel. The way you’ve managed to bring Christmas to The Armstrong in such a classy, stylish way. And they’d be right.’

      She glanced over at the Christmas tree and finally smiled again.

      She tilted her head to one side. ‘Well, when you put it like that…’

       CHAPTER FOUR

      ALICE ARCHER COULD sniff out a problem from forty paces away. ‘What’s wrong with you today, Grace? One minute you’re talking non-stop, next minute you’re staring out of the window in some kind of daze. All with that strange expression on your face.’

      Grace started back to attention. ‘What expression?’ she said quickly as she hung up another of Alice’s coats.

      Alice gave a knowing smile. ‘That I’m-thinking-of-a-special-man kind of smile.’

      Heat instantly seared her cheeks. ‘I have no idea what you mean.’

      But Alice wasn’t put off. She merely changed the subject so she could probe another way. ‘The decorations are beautiful.’ She leaned back in her chair and gave a wistful sigh. ‘I doubted I’d ever see Christmas in The Armstrong again. But you’ve captured the spirit perfectly.’ She gave Grace a careful glance. ‘Who knew that purple could be such a festive colour?’ She picked up the individual snow globe that Grace had brought up to her room this morning, tipping it over so the snow swirled around in the liquid, then setting it back down on the table and watching it with a smile on her face.

      ‘It’s nice to see things changing.’

      Grace was concentrating on the clothes hanging on the rails. She’d started arranging them into colour schemes. ‘He’s asked me to the staff party,’ she said without thinking.

      ‘He’s what?’

      Darn it. She’d played right into Alice’s hands.

      Alice pushed herself up from the chair and stood next to Grace. ‘Finlay asked you to the party? He doesn’t seem the type to do parties,’ she added.

      Grace turned to face her. ‘He doesn’t, does he?’ She hadn’t slept at all last night. The excitement of the СКАЧАТЬ