Santa, Please Bring Me a Boyfriend: An absolutely perfect and heartwarming Christmas romantic comedy by Sophie Ranald

Author:Sophie Ranald [Ranald, Sophie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781803144757
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2022-10-06T18:30:00+00:00

And then, the next day, Alex didn’t turn up at all. I’d shown my applicant and her husband – a tall, smiling Asian man – a flat that ticked all their boxes, and they’d agreed to put in an offer. So I returned home in triumph and on time, fairly confident that I wouldn’t have missed Alex. But there was no sign of him over the next couple of hours, and no sign that he’d been by already.

When I asked Clara if she’d taken in a delivery, she rolled her eyes so hard I worried she might dislodge them, said, ‘Like I wouldn’t have told you, Mum,’ and stomped off to her room.

I spent the rest of the afternoon on high alert, listening for the sound of footsteps outside the flat, the volume turned way down on the television so I wouldn’t miss it. He’d knock, Rowan – don’t be daft, I told myself, but myself wasn’t listening.

At about five thirty, I thought I heard the familiar tread of boots, but it was just my neighbour’s husband coming home from work, and he jumped about a foot in the air when I flung open the door. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock, but it was only some guy selling cleaning products, claiming to have been recently released from a young offenders’ institute, but I’d heard they were scammers, so I thanked him and sent him on his way. At six, Paul came to collect Clara for her overnight stay, and she went happily off, no doubt relieved to be out of the way of her barmy mother.

Even though her presence wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine a lot of the time, with her gone I felt gloom settle heavily on me. There’d been no gift that day, there’d been no Alex. And the Girlfriends’ Club WhatsApp had been silent, with no one making plans for a meet-up.

I’d considered posting to arrange one myself, but I felt awkward about that – ungrateful, almost. They were doing so much for me, bringing me so much pleasure with their thoughtful and generous gifts. And it was a busy time of year – Naomi was probably relishing a quiet evening in, Kate probably had yet another client Christmas meal to attend, Abbie and Matt might be out for dinner together, their hands touching across a candlelit table.

I was alone, and I’d have to suck it up. It wasn’t so bad, really. I had loads to be thankful for.

I showered and washed my hair so I wouldn’t have to do it the next morning. I put a load of washing on. I looked dolefully in the fridge, but there was nothing I fancied eating.

And then I found myself standing at my dressing table, looking at the advent calendar. There’d never not been a gift before. Even on Sundays, when Alex didn’t work, there’d been something for me to open, because he delivered the extra one on Saturday, with a stern note on the envelope saying, Do not open this until tomorrow.

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