Cornwall for Christmas: A Polwenna Bay novella by Saberton Ruth

Author:Saberton, Ruth [Saberton, Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: vicar, Rock Star, USA, St Milton, Fiction, Romance, Passion, church, Boats, Love Romance, Beach, Christmas, Cornish, Festive, TV, Hotel, Cornwall, Holidays, Polwenna Bay, Women, Romantic, Richard Madeley, Bridget Jones, Saberton, Drama, Christmas tree, Marriage, Poldark, English, England, Model, Friendship, United States, Love, Family, Family Saga, Saga, Doc Martin, carols, Fishing, Female, Escape, Polwenna, Tremaine, Ruth Saberton
Publisher: Notting Hill Press
Published: 2016-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“You did what?” Ella St Milton stared at her assistant manager in disbelief: she simply couldn’t comprehend what she was hearing. “Have you gone totally insane?”

“I was trying to help,” Tom said, looking mutinous.

“By booking them into the same room when they had absolutely no idea whatsoever?”

Put like this, even Tom could see that his brilliant idea sounded slightly mad. When he’d found five missed calls from his boss and a very curt message telling him to get his backside up to the hotel pronto if he still wanted to have a job on the twenty-fifth of December, he’d realised that things hadn’t quite gone according to plan. Following on from Alex’s call, Kat’s total silence hadn’t boded well. Feeling nervous, Tom had abandoned the Christmas Eve celebrations in the village and returned to the hotel. One huge rollicking from Ella later, he was starting to wish he’d just chucked his phone in the River Wenn and hoped for the best.

“No wonder Mr Evans was confused when I said his wife was already here,” Ella was saying. “And as for Miss James…” She shook her blonde head in despair. “I owe her a huge apology. This was our mistake all along. Or rather,” she added darkly, pinning Tom with a look that make his knees wobble, “your mistake. How are you going to put this right?”

Tom wasn’t sure. He supposed he could ask Alex to stay with him in his small flat. That could be fun but was hardly the relaxing break he’d offered his friend. Perhaps Kat would be up for a bit of bonding for old time’s sake? It had been a while since they’d been up all night drinking wine and moaning about the crap men in their lives.

Hmm. On reflection maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. For all Tom knew, Kat had now placed him firmly in the crap men category too. He was still racking his brains for an idea when Alex arrived at the reception desk, flanked by Zak and Symon Tremaine.

“There you are! We’ve been looking everywhere,” cried Zak, launching himself at Tom in an attempt to hug him, but missing and cannoning into the reception desk instead. “Oops! Mulled wine was stronger than I thought,” he added to Ella with a big smile.

But unfortunately for Zak Tremaine, Ella St Milton was one of the few females on the planet who was immune to his charm.

“You’re drunk,” she said, her perfect nose crinkling in distaste.

“A little bit,” agreed Zak, “which is why I’m brave enough to do this!”

Whipping a sprig of tired mistletoe from his pocket he leaned across the desk and planted a kiss on her immaculately made-up cheek. Tom thought this was either very brave or an indication of just how drunk Zak was. It must be a bit like kissing a very cross T-rex.

“Merry Christmas!” cried Zak, and then when she shot him a lethal stare: “Oh, come on, Ella. Can’t you smile for once? We’re going to be related soon, after all.

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