Angel of Kindness by Joanne Rawson

Author:Joanne Rawson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, change, christmas, bisexual, mother, dance, bar, hippie, madonna, night club, exboyfriend, winter wonderland, joanne rawson, angel of kindness, charlie brown tree, danny zucko, derbyshire peak district, fireside dinners, romantic walks
Publisher: Melange Books, LLC

“It really does.” Taking in the fantastic food smells, and the twinkling lights, there was a great sense of excitement as I looked at the faces of people passing by. “It’s like Santa’s wonderland store, all these little huts, with Santa’s little helpers selling their wares.”

Richie laughed. “I do declare that you, Megan Shepard, are a closet Christmas junkie.”

“I have to admit, normally, this time of year I am so hyped up on Christmas, I just adore it. But this year I couldn’t muster any enthusiasm until now, thanks to you. Come on.” Grabbing his hand I pulled us into the throng. “I want to see everything, and sample everything.”

No stall went unmissed as we walked at a snail’s pace around the market, buying a few last minute gifts for mum, Helen, and Pam, I could not resist. We gorged ourselves on German sausages, Hungarian goulash, and Dutch pancakes, so much so we had no room left for dinner. Walking hand in hand and chatting as if no time had passed at all, Richie suddenly pulled me into a department store. Dragging me by the hand, he seemed to know where he was heading, weaving in and out of shoppers. This man was on a mission.

“Richie, what on earth?” I tried to keep up with his long strides.

“All will be revealed in just a minute,” he said, cursing as he took a wrong turn into the luggage department. Retracing our steps back through women’s wear his pace slowed as he began waving, noticing Max standing by the washrooms.

“Gosh your cutting it fine, boss.” Max handed me a black leather suit holder and a small tote bag.

“I’m sorry, but I really don’t understand...” I looked at the suit holder in my arms.

“Do you really think, Megan, that I would let you come here without letting you meet, what was it you call them? Oh, yes Manchester’s famous celebrities. It wasn’t hard to plan since you had already left your dress in the boot of the car. It was just a matter of picking up your shoes, which you kindly left at the bottom of the stairs. Now slip out my suit and shirt, we haven’t much time. For a moment, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “We’re going to the party at the club.”

“We’re really going to the party?” Laughing, I reached up, pulled his face down, and kissed him. “I have a feeling this is going to be the best Christmas ever.”

* * * *

Things could not have been more perfect when, Richie woke me the next morning to look out of the window and, scrambling out of bed, I shrieked with joy when I saw a beautiful blanket of snow. Togged up in my mum’s wellington boots and Paddington Bear duffel coat, we headed for the Peak District. Arriving at the Tissington Trail, we appeared to be the first to brave the weather, as our two sets of footprints left a trail in the blanket of virgin snow.

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