Clara's Last Christmas (Clara Andrews Series - Book 9) by Lacey London

Author:Lacey London [London, Lacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SSO Publishing
Published: 2016-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold…

Chapter 10

Rolling onto my back, I gently move Noah’s feet from the base of my spine and try to get my tired eyes to focus. It’s another day and I’ve had yet another broken night’s sleep. This time we made it until five o’clock before Noah started screaming about his hairy monster making an appearance. I’m trying to convince myself that it’s getting better, but secretly I am starting to worry. Despite my efforts to convince him that it’s nothing more than a figment of his imagination, Noah is still utterly convinced that his visiting monster is going to eat him alive. I did joke that I would leave a bottle of ketchup by his bed, but he didn’t find it funny in the slightest.

My shoulder blades start to throb and I try to reach behind me in a poor attempt at releasing the knots. In addition to moisturising and brushing my teeth, a daily massage is now part of my morning routine. I’m genuinely considering giving up and letting Noah sleep in our bed permanently. The way I feel right now I would gladly swap places for a night in Noah’s race car bed, with or without his monster.

Realising that I could do with some help untangling my twisted spine, I glance to my right to ask Oliver for help.

‘Oliver?’ I whisper, only now noticing that he isn’t in bed.

Scanning the room, I usher Pumpkin to the floor and grab my dressing gown. The fairy lights that Noah insisted we drape along the windowsill shine back at me as I shove my feet into Oliver’s slippers. Hearing voices in the living room, I pull the gown tightly around my body and throw open the door.

‘Marc? What are you doing here?’ I mumble, looking down at my wrist for the time and realising that it’s bare. ‘What time is it?’

‘Six thirty…’ Oliver replies over his shoulder, his hair in disarray as he frantically taps at his phone.

‘What’s going on?’ Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I try to wake up properly.

‘Suave’s gone into administration.’ Marc declares, pressing his phone against his ear and exhaling loudly.

‘What?’ I reply, thinking that I haven’t heard him correctly. ‘Say that again…’

‘They’ve gone into administration.’ Oliver confirms, turning to face me and frowning. ‘We just found out right now.’

Feeling my jaw drop open, I look between the two of them and try to regain the use of my tongue. Administration. The words ring in my ears as I try to process what exactly this means. From the looks on both of their faces, I know that whatever it is, it isn’t good.

‘I finally got through to Nicola. She knew it was going to happen weeks ago, which is why she didn’t try to save our positions.’ Marc is talking so animatedly that he is tripping over his words.

‘This is crazy! I don’t believe it.’ I gasp, suddenly feeling wide awake.

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