Christmas Ever After (Puffin Island 3)
“I don’t know. I’ll let you know after we’ve spent a few days together.”
A few days.
Yesterday she’d been getting ready for her exhibition and now here she was with a bruised head and a bruised heart, going home with a man with whom she’d always had a difficult relationship.
Which all went to prove that whenever you were anticipating a happy ending, life was guaranteed to mess it up.
CHAPTER FOUR
THEY CRAWLED OUT of London and gradually the congestion eased and the roads opened up. It was still snowing heavily and Alec knew the country lanes around his parents’ house would be difficult to navigate.
In the seat next to him Skylar slept, her hair a halo of silver-gold around a face almost as pale as the snow.
Concerned by the long silences from someone who usually talked enough for six people, Alec glanced at her from time to time. In daylight the bruising looked worse and her sleepiness worried him. He contemplated calling Michael again, but reassured himself with the knowledge that she’d had a disrupted sleep the night before and was probably just tired.
Maybe her pallor was the result of stress.
He didn’t know what had shocked him most, the absence of any evidence of concern on the part of Richard Everson or the cold, unemotional message from her mother.
He couldn’t help comparing it to those months after the breakdown of his own marriage when his family had been in constant contact. At the time he’d been exasperated by their refusal to leave him alone, but now he felt grateful that they’d cared enough to bother.
Skylar had close friends, but they were far away on Puffin Island.
Here, she was alone.
Alone, except for him, and he knew without her having pointed it out that he was the last person with whom she would have chosen to spend her lowest moment.
He turned off the main road, driving through untouched countryside, past woodland and fields coated in a thick layer of snow.
The closer he got to home, the more uneasy he felt.
What the hell had he done?
The only woman he’d ever brought home was his ex-wife and the memory of how that had played out was permanently embedded in his brain.
Sweat cooled his skin.
He didn’t want to be trapped with Sky. He didn’t want to be trapped with any woman who was emotionally vulnerable.
He wasn’t fooled by her constant quips and cheery humor.
She was hurting and he didn’t want to be within a million miles of a woman who was hurting.
He drove in silence, brooding on the weekend ahead.
Somehow he had to find a way of keeping his distance.
Finally, as he approached the market town near his parents’ house, she woke.
She stirred and turned her head, absorbing her surroundings.
Tiny lights glowed in shop windows, illuminating honey-colored stone. Glossy green wreaths studded with plump red berries decorated the doors and a large Christmas tree dominated the village square.
“It’s the prettiest place I’ve ever seen.” She stifled a yawn. “Where are we?”
“The Cotswolds. We’re about two hours from London. This is the village of Brockburn-on-the-Water. My parents live about five minutes from here, although it might as well be a million miles if they haven’t cleared the road.”
He waited for Skylar to flip down the mirror and start applying makeup but instead she shifted in her seat and gave him her full attention.