Carolyn for Christmas by Lucy Carey

Author:Lucy Carey [Carey, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, christmas, lesbian, Enemies to Lovers
Publisher: NineStar Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

The cleaning lady was surprised to see the two of them wrapped together on a chair in the staff room. Carolyn was just as surprised to see her.

“Um, good morning,” she said, jumping up and smoothing down her shirt front as a little woman with a grey perm gawped at them both open-mouthed.

“We got locked in here last night,” Saoirse said behind her quickly. “After choir practice. We couldn’t get out.”

The woman said nothing, but stared at Carolyn’s chest. Her front buttons were open, she realised in horror, as she looked down to where the woman’s gaze had landed. She buttoned them hastily.

“We had no phones to call anyone,” Saoirse continued and Carolyn turned to look at her. Saoirse shoved the empty vodka bottle into the crisp packet. “We’ll reimburse whoever owns these.”

The woman started to laugh.

“Sure, the crowd in here will never notice a bottle gone. They’ve enough to keep them going.” She winked at Carolyn. “You want me to let ye out?”

Carolyn nodded vigorously, a laugh falling from her own mouth, joining with the cleaning woman’s laughter.

“I bet we look a sight,” Saoirse said as she tamped down her hair.

“You could say that,” the cleaning lady said. “Come on and I’ll walk you out.”

They grabbed their shoes and bags and hurried down the stairs behind the cleaning woman, Saoirse looking like she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her.

“It’s kind of funny,” Carolyn whispered.

“It’s not funny,” Saoirse hissed. “I’m mortified.”

Her flustered expression brought on more giggles in Carolyn and she had to stop to catch her breath. Saoirse scowled at her at first, but as the seconds passed, her face softened until she was doubled over in giggles, too. They had to run to catch up with the cleaning woman at the door, their stockinged feet slapping heavily against the floor.

A couple of times Carolyn nearly went sliding on the varnished floor and her wobbles made Saoirse laugh harder.

“Wait till I tell the rest of the cleaning crew about this,” the woman said as they reached the door. She swung it open. “Not every day you come to work to find two drunkards there to greet you.”

She clasped Carolyn’s arms just before she and Saoirse exited into the dull morning outside.

“Will you tell your mam that Kathy Ryan was asking for her?”

The concern nipped at Carolyn. In all the fun with Saoirse, she’d managed to forget her mother was sick for just a few hours. That had always been part of Saoirse’s charm—she had a way of making you feel like the world was all right when you were with her.

“I will,” Carolyn said softly. She took a deep breath. “Merry Christmas to you.”

The woman patted her on the back and Carolyn walked the few feet to where Saoirse was waiting. The tarmac was cold under her feet as she moved.

“So what now?” Saoirse asked, and Carolyn wondered if she was talking about the long-term future.

“Now, we get some breakfast,” she said, deflecting the conversation. She looked at Saoirse.

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