Say it with Diamonds...this Christmas. Sandra Marton

Flora.’

      ‘Come, now, Nick. You’ve missed her. You know you have.’

      ‘I know no such thing. Ray was out of his mind to make me that girl’s guardian. I’ll breathe a huge sigh of relief when February comes round, I can tell you.’

      ‘I suppose it has been a big responsibility,’ Flora agreed. ‘Especially considering how much money she’s going to inherit. What do you make of this new boyfriend of hers? Do you think he’s on the up and up?’

      ‘Who knows?’

      ‘It’s strange that she hadn’t mentioned him before last night, don’t you think? It makes me wonder what’s wrong with him.’

      ‘I’ve just been thinking the same thing. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.’

      ‘I guess so,’ Flora said. ‘So how does she look?’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘She told me last night that she’d been exercising and had lost weight. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice.’

      ‘Yeah, I noticed.’

      ‘And?’ Flora asked, exasperated with Nick’s reluctance to elaborate. He was just as bad as Jim sometimes. Why was it that men didn’t like to talk? It would be nice to have Sarah home, just so she had someone to chat with occasionally.

      ‘I thought she looked fine the way she was.’

      ‘Isn’t that just like a man? They never want the women in their life to change. Aah, there she is, the girl herself. Come over here, love, and give old Flora a hug.’

      Sarah’s heart squeezed tight when Flora enveloped her into a tight embrace. It had been a long time since anyone had hugged her like that.

      There’d been no hug from Nick this morning. Not even a peck on the cheek. He never touched her, except accidentally.

      Her gaze slid over Flora’s shoulder to land on the man himself. But he wasn’t looking her way. He was staring down at the black bench top, looking highly disgruntled.

      Probably wishing he were at golf.

      ‘Oh, my,’ Flora said when she finally held Sarah out at arm’s length. ‘You have lost quite a few pounds, haven’t you? Still, now you can have a big piece of your favourite caramel slice without feeling guilty,’ she added before turning away to open the fridge. ‘I made it for you first thing this morning.’

      ‘You shouldn’t have, Flora,’ Sarah chided, but gently.

      ‘Nonsense. What else do I have to do? Did you know that the whole of the Christmas lunch is being catered this year? Nick says it’s too much for me. All I’m allowed to do is make a couple of miserable puddings. I ask you!’

      She rolled her eyes at Sarah, who was thinking to herself that Flora had aged quite a bit this past year. Her face was very lined and her hair had turned totally grey.

      ‘Not that I’m complaining, Nick,’ Flora went on. ‘I do know I’m getting older. But I’m not totally useless yet. I could easily have baked a leg of pork and a turkey. And some nice hot veggies for those who don’t like salad and seafood. Still, enough of that. What’s done is done. Now, sit up there next to Nick, Sarah, and tell us all about your new boyfriend whilst I pour the tea.’

      Sarah smothered a groan, but did as she was told, though she didn’t sit right next to Nick, leaving one stool between them.

      ‘What would you like to know?’ she asked with brilliant nonchalance.

      ‘How old is he, for starters?’

      Sarah realised she had no idea.

      ‘Thirty-five,’ she guessed. One year younger than Nick.

      Nick’s head swung her way. ‘Handsome?’

      ‘Very. Looks like a movie star.’

      Was she crazy, or did Nick’s eyes glitter when she said that?

      ‘How long have you been seeing each other?’ Flora asked.

      Sarah decided to use the truth as much as possible. ‘We met shortly after last Easter. I hired him as my personal trainer.’

      Nick made a small scoffing sound.

      Sarah ignored him.

      ‘Why haven’t you mentioned him before?’ Flora asked.

      Sarah winced. She should have realised she’d get the third degree about Derek, from both Nick and Flora. Again, she decided to stick to the truth as closely as she could.

      ‘We haven’t been boyfriend and girlfriend all that time,’ she replied. ‘That’s a more recent development. He asked me out for a drink one night after my workout, one thing led to another and … well, what can I say? I’m very happy.’

      Sarah smiled, despite the lurch within her chest.

      ‘And very healthy, too,’ Flora said with a return smile. ‘Don’t you think so, Nick?’

      ‘I think she looks like she could do with some of your caramel slice.’

      Sarah found a laugh from somewhere. ‘That’s funny coming from you. All your girlfriends have figures like rakes.’

      ‘Not all of them. You haven’t met Chloe, have you?’

      ‘I haven’t had the pleasure yet.’

      ‘You will. Tomorrow.’

      ‘How nice.’

      ‘You’ll like her.’

      ‘Oh, I doubt it. I never like any of your girlfriends, Nick. The same way you never like any of my boyfriends. I’ve already warned Derek.’

      ‘Should I warn Chloe?’

      Sarah shrugged. ‘Why bother? It won’t change anything.’

      ‘Will you two stop bickering?’ Flora intervened. ‘It’s Christmas, the season of peace and love.’

      Sarah almost pointed out that Nick didn’t believe in love, but she held her tongue. Sniping at Nick was not in keeping with her resolution to move on. But he’d really got under her skin with his remarks about her being skinny.

      When Flora presented a plate full of caramel slice right in front of her, she couldn’t really refuse. But she did take the smallest piece and proceeded to eat it very slowly between long sips of tea. Nick chose the biggest portion, devoured it within seconds, then had the gall to take a second salivating slice. The lucky devil had one of those metabolisms that allowed him to eat whatever he liked without getting fat. Of course, he did work out with weights every other day, and swam a lot.

      Although thirty-six now, he didn’t carry an extra ounce of fat on his long, lean body. Really, other than some muscling up around his chest and arms, Nick hadn’t changed much since the day they’d met.

      Physically, that was. He’d changed a good deal in other ways, matching his personality to suit whatever company he was in, sometimes warm and charming, at other times adopting a confident air of cool sophistication and savoir-faire, both personas a long way from the introverted and rather angry young man he’d been when he’d first come to live at Goldmine.

      Though he was never angry with me, Sarah recalled. Never. He had always been sweet, kind and generous with his time. He’d made a lonely little girl’s life much less lonely.

      Oh, how she’d loved him for that!

      Sarah much preferred the Nick of old to the one sitting beside her today.

      In the beginning, when he’d launched himself into the business world, she’d admired his ambition. But success had made Nick greedy for the good life, feeding on hedonistic pleasures that were as fleeting as they were shallow. Other than the holiday house