The Mills & Boon Christmas Wishes Collection. Maisey Yates

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Название The Mills & Boon Christmas Wishes Collection
Автор произведения Maisey Yates
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon e-Book Collections
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into a full-fledged cackle-fest as the gifts got sillier by the moment. When she produced a talking elf you could teach to speak, the night had disintegrated into chaos with everyone wanting to take a turn, teaching the innocent elf some not-so-innocent phrases.

      It had been an endless evening of laughter until Micah had presented Isla with her very own real-life constellation that he’d named after her; we’d let out a collective aww, and the night had ended on a sweet note with everyone loved up, and me dreaming of being loved up…

      Speaking of loved up. “Where’s Kai?” I knew full well that man did not sleep in, rain, hail, shine or snow.

      “Trudging up the mountain,” Cruz said as he flipped pancakes. “He invited me but, tempting as it was, I couldn’t let you girls wake up Christmas morning without a decent breakfast and gingerbread coffee now, could I?”

      “Riiiiight,” I said. “Sure, you couldn’t.”

      He ducked his head and laughed. “I’m all for exercise but not in a blizzard. Still, he should be back soon, he left ages ago.”

      I tutted, glancing out the window at the snowflakes seesawing down. The scene was Christmas-card perfect when you were warm beside a fire inside. Battling the elements outside was another thing entirely.

      “I’ll stoke the potbelly stove so he can defrost when he gets back, crazy fool that he is.” I’d never known anyone like Kai. There was something in nature that pulled at him, like he needed time each day to be alone, somewhere he could hear himself think. I couldn’t believe he’d soon be heading back to San Fran. Cedarwood didn’t feel quite right when he was gone.

      Fairy lights blinked intermittently from window frames, brightening the somber skies. Cruz busied himself folding fresh berries into sheets of puff pastry, and Amory drank gingerbread coffee like her life depended on it.

      In the silence I thought of my mom, and how she’d react when she found out Isla had discovered the maze last night. In my heart of hearts, I knew I couldn’t bring it up today. She would shut down and it had the potential to ruin Christmas. Mom was a sensitive soul at the best of times and the idea of telling her made my stomach somersault. How would she react? I had no idea how to broach it with her.

      “What are you making?” I asked as a pan sizzled, glad for the distraction. Cruz didn’t just cook for the sake of cooking, he went all out, even though it was just the four of us eating Christmas breakfast. All good practice, he claimed, because he was rusty after having worked in finance for the last ten years, and wanted to get his skills sharpened before guests started arriving at the lodge in the New Year and ahead of the events we had booked.

      “It’s a berry nice Christmas tree. There’ll be a star at this end,” he said, indicating the top of an intricately folded pastry shaped like a tree, “and I’ll serve it with lashings of Chantilly cream, and raspberry compote.”

      “I might have to walk up the mountain after eating that, to make room for lunch at Aunt Bessie’s as well. I can see today is going to be mostly about gorging, and I am totally OK with that.”

      “Me too,” Amory said, lifting her coffee mug in agreement. “After all, it’s Christmas and it would be offensive not to. What time are we expected at Aunt Bessie’s?”

      “Any time before lunch. I was going to leave after breakfast and help her out…” I ignored Amory’s snigger at the idea of me attempting to help cook. “…And you guys can make your way there whenever you’re ready. Micah and Isla are spending the day with his family, but they might pop over late afternoon if they get time.”

      “And Kai?” She waggled her eyebrows.

      “Are you having another eyelash malfunction?” I asked innocently.

      She laughed. “Touché.”

      “Kai can come with me, or hitch a ride with you guys. It’s up to him.”

      With a flick of her hair, like she was considering it, she said, “Oh, we’re full up, sorry. He’ll have to go with you.”

      “Is that so?” I folded my arms and stared her down, knowing she was trying to push us together, and secretly glad about it – not that I’d let her know that! “Full up with what exactly? There’s only two of you!”

      “Presents.” She waved her hand. “You know how it is.”

      Cruz deftly ignored our conversation and put the tray of berry pastry in the oven, the jammy smell of warmed fruit scenting the air.

      “Well, I’m sure you can squeeze him in if he doesn’t want to go so early. He might have other things to do first.”

      Like call his parents. In Australia it would be dinnertime on Christmas Day, and I wondered if Kai had called them yet.

      Were they sitting around their Christmas dinner table with long faces, trying to be jovial for guests but failing miserably, worried their son was elsewhere in the world and hadn’t made contact? I knew the whole situation was complex but Kai was too caring to let anyone suffer. Especially on such a family-oriented day. Or so I hoped.

      “Darling, here he is now. Let’s ask him, shall we?” Amory gestured to the window and I caught a glimpse of Kai as he jogged past, shoulders dusted white with snow.

      A few minutes later, he walked into the kitchen. “Morning all,” he said, rubbing his hands together for warmth. His wavy blond hair was mussed from the sheeting wind and snow, his cheeks stained pink from the crisp air. If you were into rugged, super-hot guys with a toned physique, he’d have been right up your alley.

      Phwoar, he was certainly breathtaking to look at. Smile, act normal! The kiss from the night before replayed in my mind, and it was all I could do not to get starry-eyed and fall into a Kai daydream.

      I nodded hello, not trusting myself to speak, lest I say something inane.

      “Morning,” Amory said, flashing him a smile. “We were just discussing the logistics of Christmas lunch. Is it OK if you head to Aunt Bessie’s with Clio a little earlier than us? We’ve got some errands to run and don’t want to hold you up.”

      Errands to run on Christmas Day? She was incorrigible.

      Still, Kai swallowed the lie. “Sure, that’d be great.” When he smiled at me I pretended to be interested in a spot out the window, so I could let the blush creeping up my cheeks settle. But boy, it was hard to know how to act, or what to say, when we kept stealing kisses and then acting like nothing had happened. With Kai’s current family issues lurking in his heart, I didn’t want to be another complication, and he would be leaving soon anyway. Maybe back to Australia, if they mended bridges, and did I really want to pine for someone who was that far away? It was better to protect my heart, and wait and see what happened before I plunged headfirst into anything.

      When Kai grabbed a coffee and sat next to me I tried hard to look composed. The kitchen was a cozy nook, warm from the old belching potbelly stove, and full of delicious foodie scents as Cruz cooked a feast while we chatted about every little thing. The only problem was, Amory kept throwing me secret looks that any fool could see. Each time, I frowned at her and gave an almost imperceptible shake of my head. She knew Kai was leaving soon, so I don’t know what she expected me to do about it. Instead, I waited patiently for the breakfast Cruz was preparing. He seemed to be whipping and baking what appeared to be enough food to feed a small country. Oh, how I loved Christmas!

      “Cruz, you know there’s only four of us, right?” Amory called over as he placed another tray in the oven.

      “You can’t call it Christmas morning if there’s no monkey bread,” he said, as if we were crazy for even thinking such a thing.

      “Monkey bread?” Amory asked.

      “You haven’t had monkey bread? Please tell me you’ve at least tried Christmas tamales?”

      She gave a quick shake of her head, her candy-cane earrings swinging