Christmas With the Laird by Scarlet Wilson

Author:Scarlet Wilson [Wilson, Scarlet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, christmas
ISBN: 9781942240150
Google: -DXeBgAAQBAJ
Goodreads: 23367763
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Published: 2013-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

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Juliette walked through the empty house. Andrew was still outside finding them the perfect tree.

It was the first time since she’d got here that she’d been in the house on her own. And it felt a little odd. This place felt as if it should be full of people, full of voices.

Everywhere she went her footsteps echoed down the hall. The kitchen was the warmest place in the house. The lighting good and the warmth from the Aga stove drifted across the tile floor towards her. She’d scrubbed the wooden counter top and laid out their food. Now it was all in front of her she was starting to get stage fright. Who was she kidding that she could actually create a Christmas dinner out of this?

The turkey was still wrapped in paper. She was sure that somewhere in the instructions it said to keep at room temperature before it was cooked. Even with the edge taken off the chill in the air, the kitchen was still probably as cold as most people’s larders.

She opened drawers to find some utensils. Baking trays, roasting trays and a whole variety of pots, pans and glass casserole dishes seemed to mock her. She sat out the ones she thought they might need along with a grater, a potato peeler and some serving spoons.

One of the cupboards held a beautiful, immaculate set of white boned china, inlaid with red roses. It was exquisite. Were these the plates they should use tomorrow? She would need to wait and ask Andrew later.

Something spurred her on. There was one thing she could do. She grabbed the chocolate and butter and started to melt them in a pan. She emptied the digestive biscuits into the bowl and smashed them to pieces with a rolling pin.

Job done, she added the raisins, cherries and marshmallows and mixed them with the melted chocolate and butter. She looked over her shoulder – Andrew definitely wasn’t about – and smiled and dipped her finger into the mixture. Hmm. Delicious. If she’d been at home in her flat she would probably have lifted the bowl, found a spoon and just sat down and finished the lot. But she couldn’t. This was for them. This was for Christmas – no matter how much the mixture in the bowl was shouting out to her. She gave herself a shake and washed her hands. Two minutes later she pressed the whole lot into a tray ready to set in the cool larder. See? She wasn’t quite such a disaster after all.

She peered out the kitchen window towards the dark woods. It was too dark to see Andrew out there but she could hear the chop, chop of an axe.

She smiled. If she allowed her imagination to run riot it would actually be the chop-chop of a mad axeman who’d just killed the leading man in the forest, and any minute now the lights would flicker off and he’d chase her through the haunted house.

But she was an adult.

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