Something Beginning With Mistletoe by Louisa George

Author:Louisa George
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Louisa George

Chapter 8

Stifling a yawn after an unexpectedly busy Friday night, Faith pushed the bolt on the front door and switched off the main lights. The route across the pub in the dark was one she knew very well and could do in pitch blackness, but tonight it was illuminated by the twinkling Christmas tree lights.

She paused, her throat filling as she looked at them. Then pulled herself together. No. She wasn’t going to think about Gramps any more. After the dancing and the non-Christmas music she felt as if she’d turned a corner, able to look at the decorations without panic. Pity about the grotto, though. The party was tomorrow and there’d been little word from Blake.

And there was someone else she wasn’t going to think about any more. Despite Jenna’s eternal optimism, Faith knew she was no good for the long-term thing.

Roll on January. There was something she loved about going into a new year. Starting over. Hopefully, once his bar had opened he’d be too busy to spend time here and they’d go back to not bumping into each other in street.

She’d miss him.

She let that thought—feeling—settle for a minute before picking up the last of the chairs and tipping it upside down onto a table so she could hoover straight through tomorrow morning.

A sudden sharp knock at the door made her jump.

It was late. Very late. No one ever knocked in the middle of the night unless there was trouble.

Ignore it?

Probably someone who’d left something behind. But there was nothing in the lost property box. Should she go see?

Probably just a drunk.

But the snow was thick and deep out there now. If they were in trouble they could get hypothermia.

She paused en route to the door. Then again, she’d heard about scams where people pretended they were in trouble then stole your stuff. No. Ignore. Time for bed.

The knock that followed was quieter, but still insistent. ‘Faith?’

Curious. The burglar knew her name. Heart rattling hard, she peered out of the window. Blake?

Her skin prickled. Blake? Visits after midnight? Was this…? Was this something to do with the kiss and the near-miss kiss?

No. They both had their reasons for not following through on that.

But why the hell else would he be here? In the middle of the night? She flicked the wall lights back on, pulled back the lock and threw open the door, and was shocked by the surge of excitement thrilling through her. He was holding a huge piece of wood in front of him, and two more were propped up against the wall. If this was a booty call he certainly had a lot of props.

He grinned sheepishly. ‘Hey. Good time? Bad time?’

She wasn’t entirely sure. Her heart was pumping too fast to tell. ‘It’s after midnight.’

‘Yeah, I know. Sorry. But I knew you were awake because I saw the upstairs lights on. Still…you didn’t answer my question. Good time or bad time?’

Judging by the way her stomach melted like liquid gold just from looking at him, it was perfect timing.

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