Sleigh Bells in the Snow (O'Neil Brothers 1)

He wondered how she’d react when she discovered he had no intention of stopping at one night.

Jackson smiled.

He wondered if she realized she hadn’t once checked her emails.

* * *

CAREFULLY SUPPORTING THE bundle tucked inside her coat, Kayla tapped on the front door of the house.

Just one night, she told herself. Nothing to panic about. Other people did it all the time and then got on with their lives. It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t a threat to who she was or what she wanted.

So why the knot in her stomach?

The door opened and Elizabeth stood there, her smile welcoming. “I got your text. You didn’t need to bring her back. I could have come and collected her later, dear.”

The endearment made her chest feel tight. She wasn’t used to hearing it.

Yet another reason to stay away from Jackson. It wasn’t just the man who was a threat, it was his whole family.

“I felt like the walk.” Actually she’d felt like running. As fast as she could from the man lying in her bed. This woman’s son. “Did I wake you?”

“I wake early.”

Someone else who couldn’t sleep, Kayla thought. “I’ll bring her blanket over later and I couldn’t find her toy. It might be under the sofa.”

“I didn’t realize she’d spent the whole night with you. I thought Jackson was picking her up.”

“She seemed settled with me.” Kayla gently extracted Maple, who squirmed with excitement and licked her face.

“I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

Kayla handed over the puppy, surprised by how much she wanted to keep her and relieved Maple couldn’t talk because she was the only witness to what had happened the night before.

“She slept.”

“When she’s out, nothing will wake her.” Elizabeth stood to one side. “Come on in out of the cold. We’re all in the kitchen.”

“All?”

“Brenna and Élise are here. Élise is making pancakes, although she calls them crepes or something French. All I know is that they taste good, but that girl can’t make anything that doesn’t taste good.”

Kayla hesitated. She should have said no, but the alternative was going back to the cabin where Jackson was still asleep.

“I should work—”

“Brenna’s just made a fresh pot of coffee.”

The word coffee decided it. Kayla stepped inside and was once again enveloped by the welcoming warmth of the house. The delicious smell of coffee mingled with cinnamon and freshly baked rolls. Warm winter smells.

Brenna and Élise were both busy in the kitchen, chatting together as they prepared breakfast.

Kayla greeted them, feeling awkward, while Elizabeth filled a mug with hot coffee.

“So did you even see Jackson last night? I thought he was going to take Maple.”

“I—” Thrown by that unexpected question, Kayla fumbled for an answer. “Yes, he—popped round.”

Brenna sent her a quick look as she removed a box of eggs from the fridge and clutched them against her chest.