A Special Cornish Christmas by Phillipa Ashley

Author:Phillipa Ashley [Ashley, Phillipa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2021-09-20T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Bo rushed back to the stall where Angel was pink-cheeked with activity.

‘Sorry I’ve been longer than I expected. We saw Lady Boscawen up at the house.’

She gave an ‘ooh’ of surprise. ‘You mean Jenna Boscawen? She’s a lovely woman. Good customer too.’

‘Yes, she was in the Country Stores the day I visited you. She was looking at the posh jackets.’

Angel nodded. ‘That makes sense. She runs a riding stables near Falford with her sister, Lucy. They’re always really friendly. You’d never know they were aristocracy, though Kelvin is always creeping to her as if she was the Queen. Did you speak to her?’

‘No. We only caught a glimpse. She was playing some music in a room next to the ballroom. She interrupted us.’

Angel’s brow furrowed. ‘She doesn’t own the place now so I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.’

‘She didn’t … but it was awkward. We were … dancing.’ Bo decided to come clean. Hubert and Sally would find it too tempting not to share with Angel – and probably half the dance group. Better to act casual about it, as Ran had – even if the experience of being in Ran’s arms was anything but casual. The memory filled her with excitement now, and she longed to take things further – much further.

‘Dancing? You and Ran?’

‘Kinda. Not a full-on routine. Lady Boscawen – Jenna – had the radio on in the family sitting room next to the ballroom. We were trying out the floor, messing around – you know.’ Bo hoped Angel would put her pink cheeks down to the heat in the marquee.

‘B-but, Ran doesn’t dance.’

‘He did once. At university, apparently.’

‘Well, well. I’m surprised in one way though not in another. I’ve noticed him jigging away at the decks when he thought we weren’t watching.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, although I thought he was only getting carried away by the music. From time to time, the way he moved made me think he might have danced once. Do you think he’ll join in at the club from now on?’

Bo laughed. ‘I doubt it. He’s far too shy and too happy hiding behind the decks. It was only a bit of fun. Anyway, I’m really sorry I’m late. Has business been going well? You look like you’ve sold quite a bit.’

‘Mostly brilliant. I did have one woman who turned up her nose and said she could make “bits and bobs like this” if only she had the time.’

Bo rolled her eyes. ‘I get the same. People telling me they enjoy making cakes and they’d “love to start a little café” when they retire or if they didn’t have a full-time job – and telling me how they’d run it, the menu they’d serve, how I could improve the place. I’m all for taking customer feedback on board but often I just have to nod and smile.’

‘I know exactly what you mean,’ Angel said. ‘Only it’s my boss, not the customers, who make me grit my teeth.’

A group of eager-looking women approached so their conversation was cut short.

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