Christmas on Lily Pond Lane: A fabulously festive, heartwarming romance (a standalone in the Lily Pond Lane series) by Emily Harvale

Author:Emily Harvale [Harvale, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Crescent Gate Publishing
Published: 2018-09-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

After leaving Cathy, Christy and the children, Glen headed back up the lane but instead of going straight to Hettie's, he turned to his left and trudged through the deep, pristine snow on the village green, skirting around the ice-covered pond and leaving a tell-tale line of footprints directly to the door of Lake's Bakes. He hadn't really spoken to Jenny since Monday night when he walked her home, and thought that maybe today, when most people would be indoors because of the snow, would be a prime opportunity.

He had popped into the bakery on Tuesday to buy some cakes for those attending choir practice on Tuesday night, but the queue had been outside the door and Jenny clearly didn't have time to stop and chat. He had bought a selection of cakes, asked how she was, reminded her that she was more than welcome to come along and mime at choir practice, and then he had left. Jenny had been friendly and even smiled once or twice, but she definitely wasn't as keen to chat as she had been on Monday night, and she didn't come to join the choir.

On Wednesday, he hadn't been able to get out until the afternoon; his uncle, the Bishop, called with news in the morning which meant Glen had to fill out paperwork and write a report. It also meant he had to do some serious thinking and after that, he had decided that perhaps it was better to avoid Jenny Lake.

But as much as he had tried to stay away, he found he had a craving for cavallucci, and by mid-afternoon, it was a craving he could no longer resist. The sky looked ominous and the forecasted blizzard was well and truly on its way as he rushed from his cottage towards Lake's Bakes, only to find Hettie in there, chatting, and clearly in no hurry to leave.

'You can go before me, vicar,' Hettie generously offered.

'No, no,' Glen said, raising his hand to gesture that he wouldn't hear of such a thing. 'That's fine. I'm in no rush.'

Hettie raised her eyebrows. 'You looked in a rush to get here. We saw you racing across the green.'

'Racing? I wasn't racing. I was simply trying to get out of the cold. And as it's so warm in here, I'm in no hurry to leave.' He smiled and hoped they both believed him.

Jenny smiled back. 'It's not that warm in here, Glen. There's a definite draught coming from that door, even when it's closed. I'll be glad if this blizzard does arrive. It'll give me an excuse to close early and to go and sit in front of the fire in my cosy sitting room.'

Hettie looked shocked. 'Close early? But what if people want bread or cakes?'

Jenny smiled again but pulled a face. 'If this blizzard is as bad as they forecast, bread and cakes will be the last thing on people's minds, Hettie. And if they really are that desperate, they can always ring the doorbell.

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