A Christmas Miracle. Amy Andrews

came to check everything’s okay.’

      ‘It is.’ Cool and pleasant replaced by stiff and formal.

      He glanced at Oscar again. ‘You know, you guys don’t have to share the same room. There’s enough for one each.’

      ‘I know. It’s what we’re used to. We don’t mind.’

      Reid nodded. He hoped she’d start to feel comfortable enough to open up to him about her past. To let the apron strings out a little on Oscar.

      ‘Okay. Well... I also wanted you to know that you don’t have to hide away up here. Pops and I usually watch some television together each night. We have three TVs and subscribe to a couple of streaming services so there’s something for everyone. I also have a stack of DVDs if you’d prefer and you’re more than welcome to use the computer if you want to go online for any reason.’

      She’d slowly shrunk back into the bed head as he spoke, clearly overwhelmed. Reid rubbed his forehead. ‘What I’m trying to say is that you have the run of the house. Help yourself to whatever you want, whenever you want. Mi casa es su casa. Okay?’

      She nodded. ‘Okay.’

      But she didn’t look convinced.