My Christmas Goose Is Almost Cooked by Eliza Watson

Author:Eliza Watson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elizabeth Watson
Published: 2017-07-21T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Don’t be too disappointed the marriage certificate you found wasn’t your granny’s,” Declan said, pulling out of Sadie’s drive. “Knowing her husband’s name was John, and likely from Dublin, is massive. How’s your mum going to react to the snap?”

I stared at Grandma’s wedding photo, nibbling on my lower lip. “I’m not sure if I’m going to tell her. My mom wore that same broach for her wedding.”

“Ah, right, then. That could be a wee bit disturbing.”

“My mom and she were never real close, and I’m afraid this is going to be pretty upsetting.”

Declan reached over and placed a hand on mine. I relaxed back in the seat. Our trip had gotten off to a rough start, encountering Liam in the pub, but our relationship was getting back on track.

“You’ll know when it’s the right time to tell her.” He slipped his hand from mine and shifted into third gear. “We’ll look up the Flannery china factory when we get home and see if we can find any information.”

When we get home.

That further calmed the uneasy feeling in my stomach over Grandma’s wedding photo. I slipped it in my purse. Sadie and Seamus had offered to contact a cousin, who knew everything about their family—and everyone else’s—to ask if she knew the background on Grandma’s husband. Knowing I’d return in March with Rachel had made saying good-bye easier.

When we arrived at home, Declan’s mom ushered us inside and caught the front door before the wind took it off the hinges. “I’ll put the kettle on, and you can tell me all about your visit.”

I swept my hair back from my eyes, no beret to contain it. “I’ve never been so windblown in my life.”

“It’s going to get worse,” she said. “They’re calling for gale-force winds late tonight, up to one hundred twenty kilometers per hour. They’ve already hit England. Hopefully, our electric stays on. Would be a shame for the yard not to light up.”

Zoe came bounding down the stairs. “Would be mad to see the Grinch and his sheep flying over the pub tonight during the Christmas party.”

“It would not,” Jane snapped.

“Are you connecting in Heathrow?” Declan asked me.

I nodded, my heart about stopped. “You think there might be an issue with flights?”

“If the winds are fierce, they might already know if the incoming flight from the States is messed up. It’s likely the same plane returning to Chicago. Do you get text alerts from the airline?”

I shook my head, unaware such a thing existed.

“We should check your flight.”

I’d been worried about transferring planes by myself at one of the world’s busiest airports. I’d never dreamed there might not be a plane to transfer to! I grabbed my flight info from my purse while Declan booted up the computer on a desk in the living room. We all peered anxiously over his shoulder while he accessed my reservation.

Canceled.

My stomach dropped. “They have me rebooked on a flight getting in at noon Christmas Eve day. My mom is going to freak.

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