Christmas Blue at Flynn's by Angela Verdenius

Author:Angela Verdenius [Verdenius, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-16T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Archie might be a cranky old coot but he cooked a mean steak on the barbie. And not just the steak. The chops, the sausages, the onions, they were all mouth-watering.

Steak and salad clamped between a bread roll, Ben ate appreciatively. The only thing that would make this perfect would be six less people at the table, but it couldn’t be helped. One day it would be just him and Flynn at the table. He could wait.

He stole a side-long glance at her. For her, he could wait forever. Hell, it seemed like he’d already waited forever for them to even get this far, so right now he was happy. He’d be delirious with joy in a few hours when they were alone together but heck, he could enjoy this time meanwhile.

Besides, the food was undeniably good.

The company, however… He transferred his attention to the group.

Flynn was chatting to Rosie, who was sitting and talking in her dreamy, romantic, hippie, country-girl way, her hands fluttering around like delicate birds on the ends of her slim wrists. The girls had landed on the topic of flowers and their meanings, like that really mattered, but at least they’d found something to talk about.

Gram and Gramma were pointedly ignoring each other and talking to their men.

Rocky was on his second beer and sulking a little because Gram had agreed with Flynn. It was his second and last beer because even Gram didn’t want him drunk.

Gramma and Archie were chatting about days gone by and were decidedly more cheerful.

Ben had tried to strike up a conversation with Sally but she responded with the occasional ‘uh-huh’ while scrolling continuously through her mobile, checking her emails, social media and who knew what else. The occasional selfies made it onto her page.

For crying out loud, how many photos of oneself did a person need? He actually paused in the act of a bite of food when she took a photo of her meal - what the hell? - and posted it on social media. Because someone might be interested in the fact she was eating? Like that was news or something? Who gave a rat’s arse what she was eating? Unless she was a vegetarian who shouldn’t be eating that big-arsed lamb chop, then yeah, her veggie mates would find that news. Horrifying, but news.

Mentally shaking his head, Ben took another bite of food.

Sally scrolled, stopped, frowned. “What the…”

“Well, it’s about time,” Gram said.

“Dax, where have you been?” Gramma demanded.

Ben glanced up as the black, leather-clad figure stopped on the other side of the table. Then he did a double-take because Dax wasn’t alone. Beside him stood a buxom young lady in a sleeveless black velvet gown that stretched from just above her breasts to below her knees, cinched in at the waist with a black corset, black fishnet stockings with a rip in them, ankle boots, a black band around her white throat, and long black gloves. Her long black hair framed a face painted white.

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