A Christmas Miracle by Amy Andrews

Author:Amy Andrews [Andrews, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarlequinUKLtd
Published: 2017-09-12T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

THE ENDLESS BLUE arc of the sky met the deep blue of the Pacific Ocean at the distant horizon. The brilliant yellow of sun and sand was dazzling to the eye and even at four in the afternoon the soft grains were still warm beneath her feet. The breakers were rolling in and a line of surfers sat on their boards further out.

Red and yellow flags flapped in the stiffening afternoon breeze and surf lifesavers in their yellow shirts and red bathers with Bondi emblazoned across the butt patrolled the flagged area.

Trinity never got sick of this sight.

She and Oscar came to Sydney’s beaches often. It cost nothing, after all, and building sandcastles and paddling in the shallows where you could easily spot a movie star frolicking in the surf was a fabulous way to forget they were part of the have nots.

They grabbed a section of sand a few metres back from where the waves washed up.

‘Can we go in, Mummy?’ Oscar said, bouncing on his heels as he stared at the water. He was in a full-length rasher shirt and a pair of boardies that both hung on his skinny frame.

She’d already crammed a hat on his head, lathered his arms and legs in factor fifty and slapped thick, white zinc on his face. ‘Yep. Hang ten,’ she said. ‘Let me just slip, slop, slap too.’

‘I can take him while you get ready.’

Trinity glanced up at Reid, who’d peeled down to his boardies. Her mouth dried at the sight of him. As if all the sand on the beach were suddenly in her mouth. She’d seen him without a shirt before but looking all the way up his body like this was something else entirely.

Up his tanned legs encased in pink and purple hibiscus boardies to his flat abs and further to his bronzed shoulders. His tats were in full vibrant colour beneath the spotlight of the sun. The man was tanned, ripped and built.

He was goddamn perfect.

She swore she heard a passing woman sigh at the sight of him.

‘Oh...it’s okay.’ She swallowed. ‘Thanks...but we usually just play in the sand and paddle in the shallows.’

He shrugged. ‘I can do that. C’mon, little dude.’ He held his hand out to Oscar, who took it without hesitation. She opened her mouth to protest but the two of them were already on their way.

‘He’ll take good care of the little fella,’ Eddie assured her.

She nodded but it didn’t stop her heartbeat echoing in her head as she tracked their progress. The tall, tattooed man with the pale, skinny kid. Oscar had to walk three paces to Reid’s one but his little hand, placed so trustfully in Reid’s giant one, caused her heart to squeeze painfully in Trinity’s chest.

They stopped at the point where the water pushed high on the beach, foaming to a stop before retreating again. They sat and started piling up wet sand.

‘I think they’ll be needing these,’ Eddie mused as he scooped up a couple of bright plastic buckets and spades he’d found in the shed and trotted off to join them.

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