The Millionaire's Christmas Wish. Lucy Gordon

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      Even so, she hadn’t realised yet that she had a rival, a beloved mistress called Mead Consolidated. And, as years had passed, the rival had grown all-consuming. How wearily used she had grown to the phone calls, and Alex’s voice saying, ‘There’s been a change of plan.’

      But not this year, she thought desperately. I don’t mind for myself, but don’t let him disappoint the children.

      The phone rang.

      For a moment she couldn’t move. Then, in a burst of anger, she snatched up the phone, and snapped, ‘Alex, is that you?’

      ‘Yes, it’s me. Look, Corinne, there’s been a change of plan—’

      On the last lap of the journey the snow began to come down even harder. Alex cursed and set his windscreen wipers to go fast.

      It had been an awkward sort of day, with people forcing him to change course at the last moment, which he disliked. First Craddock and his mad Caribbean party, then, just as he was reaching out to call Corinne, the phone had rung.

      It had been Craddock’s secretary to say that her boss had been rushed to hospital with suspected appendicitis. The whole trip was off. The signing would have to be done later.

      The upside was that he could call Corinne and say he would be there a day earlier.

      ‘Alex, that’s wonderful. The children will be thrilled.’

      ‘OK, I’ll be there tonight, but I’m not sure when. The traffic’s difficult.’

      ‘We’re going out, but I’ll leave the key in a little box in the porch. Maybe you’ll be there when we get back.’

      ‘Fine. I’ll see you.’

      The snow was coming down harder, and his car began to slide over the road. He slowed, but then more snow seemed to collect on his windscreen.

      Why had she insisted on moving out to the very edge of London instead of staying in the mansion he’d bought her? It was a beautiful house, full of everything a wife could possibly want, but she had fled it without a backward glance.

      And where had she chosen instead? A dump. A cottage. He knew he was exaggerating because it was a five-bedroom detached house, far better than where they’d lived when they were first married, but nothing compared to what he’d given her later.

      It still hurt when he thought of the home he’d provided for her. The price had been extortionate, but he’d paid it willingly, thinking how thrilled Corinne would be.

      It had had everything, including a paddock for the pony he intended to buy as soon as Bobby had learned to ride. Those riding lessons had been a kind of eldorado in his mind. How he would have loved them in his own childhood! And how different the reality had been!

      But, for Bobby, everything would be perfect.

      As always, he felt something melt inside him when he thought of his children, Mitzi, wide-eyed and appealingly cheeky. Bobby, quiet, self-assured even at nine, rapidly growing up to be a companion to his father.

      And then Corinne had blown the whole dream apart. He’d come home one day to find the beautiful house empty and his family gone.

      When he’d seen her again she’d talked about divorce, which he didn’t understand. There was nobody else for either of them, so who needed divorce? He’d refused even to consider it.

      He had thought his firmness would make her see sense and come home, but she had quietly refused to budge. She would wait out the divorce, if necessary.

      She didn’t actually say that the important thing was to be away from him, but the implication hung in the air.

      He was nearing his destination now. He had never been there before, and darkness and snow made it hard to find the way. It was this road—no, the next!

      Relieved, he swung the car into the turning and immediately saw a man crossing in front of him, moving slowly.

      What happened next was too fast to follow, although later his mind replayed it in slow motion. The man saw him and began to run, and at the exact same moment he slammed on the brakes. The sudden sharp movement made the car skid over the ice that lay on the road beneath the snow.

      It was the merest bad luck that the car went in the same direction as the man. Whether he, too, slithered on the ice or the car actually touched him nobody could ever be sure. But the next moment he was lying on the ground, groaning.

      Alex brought the car to a cautious halt and got out. By now a woman had appeared from a house and hurried over to the victim. She was wrapped up in a thick jacket whose hood concealed everything about her head.

      ‘Jimmy? Oh, God, Jimmy, what happened?’

      ‘That idiot was going too fast. Hell, my shoulder!’

      He winced and, clutching his neck, gasped with pain.

      ‘Corinne, can you give me your arm?’

      ‘Corinne?’

      Alex drew back the side of the hood to her indignation.

      ‘Hey, what are you—? Alex! Did you do this?’

      ‘He slipped on the ice.’

      ‘Which I wouldn’t have done,’ Jimmy said, ‘if you hadn’t been going too fast to stop.’

      ‘I was barely doing—’

      ‘Shut up both of you,’ she said fiercely. ‘This isn’t the time.’

      ‘Right. I’ll call an ambulance.’

      ‘No need,’ Jimmy groaned. ‘We were on our way to the hospital anyway. Corinne, let’s just go. I’m sure it’s only a sprain and they can patch me up before I do my stuff.’

      He climbed slowly to his feet, holding on to Corinne and refusing all offers of help from Alex. But when Corinne touched his arm he yelled with pain.

      ‘Be sensible,’ said Alex, tight-lipped. ‘If you don’t want an ambulance I’ll take you. Wait here!’

      He strode off to where he’d parked. Jimmy, clinging to Corinne, gasped, ‘Corinne, please, anybody’s car but Alex’s.’

      ‘Fine. Mine’s just here.’

      In a moment she’d opened the door and eased him into the passenger seat. She was starting the engine when Alex drew up beside her.

      ‘I said I’d take him,’ he yelled.

      ‘You don’t know the way. Wait for us in the house, Alex.’

      She pulled away without waiting for his answer. Muttering angrily, Alex swung around to follow her. He’d just about recognised Jimmy from their wedding. As Corinne’s sole relative he had given her away, but his languishing looks had suggested that he would rather have been the groom.

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