Virtually Yours at Christmas by Clare Revell

Author:Clare Revell [Revell, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Holiday Fiction, inspirational fiction, Clean and Wholesome, Religion and Spirituality, Christian fiction, Christmas romance, Inspirational Romance
ISBN: 9781522303190
Publisher: Pelican Book Group
Published: 2020-11-03T00:00:00+00:00

8

Tuesday evening came quickly. Kristen opened the tin of sweets she’d bought for Christmas with her family. As that wouldn’t be happening, she decided to start eating them now. The stereo was playing carols, and the undecorated tree stood already assembled in the bay window.

A container of lights sat next to it and the box of decorations beside that. She’d already hung the ceiling garlands in the lounge and hallway; her handmade wreath was on the front door. She angled the laptop correctly, and then trotted down the hallway to the kitchen. She had to have a glass of ginger wine while decorating. That was another unbreakable tradition.

The email notification chimed.

She hurried back to the lounge, glass in hand, and clicked on the link. “Hello.”

Carlyle’s smiling face lit the room. “Hello.” He nodded to her glass. “What’s that?”

She held it up, the auburn liquid sparkling. “Ginger wine. Another tradition. It’s pretty potent stuff, so one bottle lasts a long time.”

“Never tried it.” He held up a mug. “Coffee. It’s been a long day, and the desire to nap is overwhelming. However, if I do nap now then I won’t sleep tonight.”

“Too much caffeine and you won’t sleep at all.”

“Yeah, well, I’m hoping the psychological effect will kick in. This is decaf.”

She raised a hand. “Hey, if you’d rather go and nap than spend time with me, I shan’t be too offended.”

He pretended to snore. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?” Then he peered at the screen. “Is your tree in the window?”

She nodded. “I have this huge bay window which I love. The tree sits there with the curtains open, so it can be seen from outside on the street.”

His eyes widened. “I never thought of that.” He turned around. “I wonder…No, I don’t think there’s room.”

“Turn your laptop around and show me. Maybe we can jig the furniture a little so it will fit.” She peered closely as he swivelled the laptop. His lounge was definitely manly. Deep hues of beige and was his feature wall seriously dark brown?

“OK, so, if you move the chair over a little, and shift the table out, the tree can go in place of the table.”

“Like this?” Carlyle did as she suggested. Then he stood back and gazed at it. “Although, I never use that chair. I tend to sit on the couch. Bear with me.”

A lot of grunting and shoving furniture filled the screen for a few moments. Followed by bumps and crashes and an exclamation she didn’t quite understand.

“Are you all right?”

“Fine,” came the reply. “I have another foot.” He reappeared. “I dropped the chair on my toes.” He snorted. “I can remember Matthew doing something and saying a swear word twice. Mary told him he’d go straight to hell for that.”

She laughed. “Where’s the chair now?”

“In the dining room, which I hardly ever use, so it’s doubling as my home office. Now that whole space is free for the tree.” He dragged the tree in front of the window and opened the curtains a little.

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