Christmas at Butterfly Cove. Sarah Bennett

adorable.’

      Kiki flicked a glance across at him when she paused at the crossroads leading to Honeysuckle Cottage, the chocolate-box home she shared with Aaron. ‘I know. The children were smitten the moment they laid eyes on him. Charlie cried when she realised we couldn’t bring him home immediately.’ She turned left into the lane, sticking to the centre of the quiet road to avoid more deep puddles. ‘Thank goodness we passed the inspection from the shelter, or I’d have had a mutiny on my hands.’

      They pulled into the short driveway and Kiki parked as close to the front door as possible. Even the miserable weather couldn’t dim the beauty of the place. Luke lifted the puppy up to show him the pretty white cottage with a thatched roof. ‘Hey, fella. What do you think of your new home?’ Tigger yipped, a funny little high-pitched sound, and a trickle of warmth slid down Luke’s wrist and into the sleeve of his coat. ‘Gee, thanks,’ he said as the tang of dog pee filled the air.

      ‘Oh dear, I’m so sorry.’ Kiki’s apology might have been more convincing if she hadn’t been laughing quite so hard. Luke tucked the uncontrite dog back into the blanket and, shielding him with one half of his coat, ducked out into the rain. Kiki dashed out to join him, but her key had barely scraped against the lock before the front door swung open to reveal two giggling, very excited children.

      ‘Did you get him?’ Matty barely spared Luke a glance as he fixed his sparkling eyes on his mother. Luke grinned and pulled aside the edge of his jacket to show the wriggling bundle.

      ‘Yes. Shh, not so loud or you’ll spoil the surprise.’ Kiki pressed her finger to her lips and tried to herd the children further into the hall so she could close the door against the driving rain.

      ‘Surprise?’ Inevitably, the commotion had drawn Aaron from his study. Hands in the front pockets of his jeans, he stared in bemusement at the impromptu party before him. ‘I guess you guys really missed Luke, huh?’

      Caught red-handed, it was too late for Luke to tuck the puppy out of sight. The dog began to squirm in earnest and worried about dropping him, he sank to his knees and placed the blanket on the red-tiled floor. The puppy yapped and wriggled free of the soft material, his tiny claws skittering on the tile as he took a couple of cautious steps forward. Charlie made a grab for the pup, but Kiki held her back, whispering to the little girl to be gentle.

      Aaron crouched down. ‘Who’s this then?’ He extended his fingers towards the puppy and it gave them a tentative sniff, then a quick lick.

      Matty hunkered down beside him, keeping his voice low to match Aaron’s. ‘This is Tigger. He belongs to you.’

      Luke watched his brother glance from the boy next to him to Kiki. She raised her shoulder in an apologetic shrug. ‘I asked the children what they wanted to give you for your birthday, and they were adamant.’

      Matty put his hand on Aaron’s knee. ‘Remember when we were at the beach and that man let us play with his dog? You said you’d always wanted a dog when you were my age, but you weren’t allowed one at home. You have a new home with us now, and we decided you should have whatever you want.’

      Luke coughed around the big lump forming in his throat and he caught a suspicious glint in his brother’s eyes. ‘That’s very kind of you both.’ Aaron’s voice came out so rough it sounded like he’d been gargling rocks.

      Matty leaned in closer to his side. ‘And we didn’t want you to be lonely. When Charlie goes to school, you’ll be all on your own during the day. Now you’ll have Tigger to keep you company.’

      Tigger yipped, like he was accepting the responsibility, and wiggled his bottom in the air. Moving slowly, Aaron scooped the puppy up in one big hand and lifted him close against his chest. ‘Hello, Tigger. Hello, good boy.’ He touched a finger to each of the dog’s little ears then let Matty give him a pat. Mindful of her mother’s soft warnings, Charlie edged closer, giggling when Tigger licked her hand with a tiny pink tongue.

      They painted such a picture of domestic bliss, Luke felt like an intruder amongst them. Tightness spread across his chest, and he pushed to his feet. ‘I’ll grab my bag.’ He held his hand out to Kiki for the car keys. ‘Just the crate from the back, or is there anything else?’

      She smiled up at him. ‘There’s a few things in the boot.’

      Aaron shifted his weight, like he meant to get up. ‘I’ll give you a hand, Spud.’

      He waved him down. ‘No, stay put. No point in both of us getting soaked.’

      By the time he’d hauled in his bag and about a ton of doggy essentials, the others had decamped to the kitchen. A zesty-chemical smell rose from a shiny patch on the floor tiles and Matty was busy spreading sheets of newspaper by the back door. Tigger had obviously made his mark again. Shrugging out of his wet jacket, Luke held it up to Kiki. ‘Any chance of sticking this in the wash?’

      ‘Of course.’ She nodded to the sleeve of his sweatshirt, ‘You might want to add that too.’

      Luke examined the wet cuff ruefully. ‘How can such a small dog have such a big bladder?’ The soft patter of liquid on newspaper was the only response.

      With the kids finally ushered upstairs by Kiki, Luke and Aaron finished tidying up the kitchen and settled at the table, each with a beer in hand. On the right side of a double helping of chicken stew and dumplings, Luke was drowsily full and grateful he’d changed his mind and decided to come for the weekend. He raised his bottle towards his brother. ‘Happy Birthday, Bumble.’

      Aaron clinked beers with him and grinned with a hint of smug satisfaction. ‘It bloody well is at that.’ A snuffling sound came from the big basket they’d corralled behind a temporary barrier made from a laundry rack with cardboard sellotaped around the bottom half of the rungs. ‘I still can’t believe they got me a dog.’ He sounded pleased as punch about it.

      An image of his big, strapping brother walking the tiny puppy on a lead came into Luke’s head and he covered the laugh welling in his chest with a swig of beer. He was sure Aaron would take to looking after this new addition to his household as well as he had the rest of it. The affection he held for the children showed in every look, every small, reassuring touch he shared with them. And as for him and Kiki … Luke’s heart fluttered at the prospect of once again sharing a love like that. ‘It suits you.’

      Aaron cocked an eyebrow in query so Luke stretched his arms out wide. ‘This. Domestic bliss. A lovely woman, two point four kids and now a dog. You’re a cliché, mate.’

      His brother shook his head. ‘Not sure about the point four. Two seems to suit us just fine, and it’s two more than I ever expected to have. Besides, I don’t even know if Kiki wants any more …’

      Luke opened his mouth to point out that people, adults, normally had serious conversations about things like that before they took the plunge and settled down together, then shut it again with a snap. Considering he’d married a woman based on little more than a bone-deep knowledge she was meant to be his, he didn’t have a leg to stand on when it came to commenting on the relationships of others. ‘You’ve got plenty of time to sort things like that out. You’re not that old.’

      ‘Cheeky sod.’ Aaron tapped his fingers against the glass bottle in front of him. ‘Things happened pretty fast, you know.’

      He laughed. ‘I know.’ He cocked his head at the gurgle of water passing through the pipes overhead. Sounded like bath time was over, but it would take Kiki some time yet to get the children settled down for the night. He had Aaron to himself for a few more minutes at least. Enough time to ask the one question pounding in the back of his head. ‘So, how is she?’

      His brother relaxed back in his chair, the expression on his face making it clear Luke’s attempt at sounding casual had been a miserable failure. ‘I don’t know.’ He held up a hand when Luke would have jumped in. ‘Physically, she seems better. Lord knows, between Mia and Kiki, she can’t turn around without being fed. Last time I saw her, she’d lost the worst of that gauntness from