His Christmas Angel. Michelle Douglas

the gap. ‘Well, come on, then,’ Cassie patted her knee. ‘We haven’t got all day.’

      Man, she wouldn’t need to call him twice, Sol thought.

      Without further ado, the kitten squeezed through the gap and flew straight to her lap. Sol didn’t blame it.

      Cassie picked the kitten up and rose to her feet. ‘C’mon, then.’ She hitched her head in the direction of Sol’s back veranda and he followed in a daze. Once there she closed the little gate, popped her bundle on the floor, then plucked the kittens from his arms one by one to join it.

      Sol glanced at them, then grinned. ‘Jeez, Cassie, these are the ugliest batch of kittens to ever grace the earth.’

      She drew herself up to her full height of five feet ten inches. ‘Ugly?’

      Sol was one inch over six feet. Most women had to throw their heads back to look him in the eye. Cassie didn’t.

      He got a crick in his neck from kissing most women. He wouldn’t get a crick in his neck from kissing Cassie.

      As if she’d read that thought in his face, Cassie let her gaze drop to his lips and Sol held himself rigid. Nothing moved except the pupils of her eyes, dilating and contracting. Then she shook her head and stepped back, and Sol heard the soughing of the breeze in the trees again, and the wings of a flock of rosellas as they swooped through the yard and over the house.

      ‘Ugly?’ Cassie’s voice was strong, dragging him back into the present. ‘What would you know about the matter, Sol Adams? These kittens aren’t ugly; they’re beautiful.’

      He made himself look at one. Boy, she was stretching the truth there.

      ‘I love these kittens.’ She hitched up her chin. ‘And when you love something it’s beautiful. So you keep your ugly comments to yourself.’

      He glanced at the kittens again. Okay, maybe ugly wasn’t the right word. Maybe—

      Cassie seized the littlest one and pushed its face close up to his. ‘Look at it,’ she ordered. ‘Can you seriously call that ugly?’

      It mewed plaintively and he couldn’t help it. He reached out a finger and ran it across the tiny head. ‘It’s cute,’ he finally mumbled, when Cassie kept eyeing him with that ferocious glare. On the spur of the moment he cupped his hands around hers and rubbed his cheek against the kitten’s fur. Cassie’s skin felt warm and alive. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at something you love.’

      Her eyes widened. Something arced between them. Something sweet and pure he couldn’t put a name to. She stepped back and he let his hands drop.

      ‘Hey, Alec,’ she called through the back screen door.

      Alec wheeled to the door. ‘You’re early, missy.’

      Sol stared at Cassie. Early for what?

      ‘I haven’t come to see you.’ She winked at Sol. ‘But make yourself useful and bring us out some drinks. It’s hot.’

      Sol’s jaw dropped.

      ‘Get them yourself, you hussy. I’m in a wheelchair.’

      ‘Don’t go playing the invalid with me. You know how to drive that thing. I’m timing you,’ she called back, settling herself in one of the two chairs that sat either side of a small table.

      Sol glared at the screen door, then at Cassie. ‘Since when have the two of you been so chummy?’ This was Alec, the man who’d raised him. Not someone Cassie would usually laugh with or joke with. He scowled and lowered himself to the other chair. At least she wouldn’t have ten years ago.

      Violet eyes surveyed him across the table. She rested her chin on her hand and for a long moment she didn’t speak. ‘So…’ she said at last. ‘He finally talked you into it, huh?’

      Her long dark plait had gone, replaced with a sleek bob that brushed her shoulders. When she moved a certain way a curtain of hair fell across her face, dark and shiny. His fingers itched to run through it, to find out if it were as—

      He shifted, hoping he hadn’t been staring. ‘Talked me into…?’

      ‘Coming home for Christmas.’

      She frowned when he remained silent. ‘He didn’t?’

      ‘No.’

      She shot a glance at the door and sighed. ‘He’s his own worst enemy, you know?’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘I mean he’s been whingeing and moaning at me for months now that you never come home.’ Her eyes started to dance. ‘I told him it served him right. I told him if I was you I’d never come back either.’

      That jerked him around. ‘You didn’t?’

      ‘Yes, I did.’ She folded her arms and lifted her chin. ‘I told him he was a mean old man.’

      She had. She would. Sol suddenly threw his head back and laughed. It shifted something inside him too long held in check. He glanced at her, and a surge of affection shot through him. Cassie might have changed her name, but she was doing what she’d always done—making bad situations not so bad, making them bearable.

      Her smile faded. ‘Now he’s just a scared old man.’

      ‘Scared?’

      The back screen door slammed open and Alec wheeled out, a tray balanced on his lap. ‘Mind my kittens,’ Cassie warned. ‘I’ve brought them for a visit.’

      Alec grumbled, but kept his eyes fixed on the floor. He dumped a jug of iced water and two glasses on the table. Sol blinked. The jug contained slices of lemon and ice cubes. Surely Alec hadn’t—?

      ‘You’re not joining us?’

      ‘I’m watching the test match, as you well know, missy.’

      ‘Well, don’t let me keep you.’

      Sol watched in amazement as a reluctant grin spread across Alec’s face. He couldn’t remember Alec smiling for…well, he guessed it’d be eighteen years.

      ‘Watch your back around this one,’ he told Sol. ‘She’s just as likely to stick the knife in and twist it as not.’

      It was the longest sentence Alec had uttered in the last half an hour. Sol had been gone for ten years. Ten years. But when he’d walked through the front door Alec had glanced up and muttered, ‘So you’re back, then,’ as if Sol had just returned from the corner shop.

      He’d been tempted to walk back out and book into a motel.

      ‘And don’t you forget it.’ Cassie laughed as Alec wheeled back inside. She poured out two glasses of water and pushed one towards Sol. ‘He’s getting better. He didn’t bellyache at me about the kittens.’

      ‘Why do you say he’s scared?’

      She frowned, as if he’d disappointed her. ‘Wouldn’t you be scared if you were dying, Sol?’

      He stared back, speechless. Ice trickled down the collar of his shirt and dripped down his backbone.

      Cassie’s eyes widened, then her hand flew to her mouth. ‘You didn’t know?’

      Nope. Nobody had bothered mentioning that.

      ‘But isn’t that why you’re home? I thought you’d talked to Dr Phillips.’

      ‘I did.’ He dragged a hand down his face. ‘All he said was Alec needed to go into the nursing home. And that he expected a spot to become available after Christmas.’

      Air whistled between her teeth. ‘Of all the spineless…Wait till I get hold of him. I’m sorry, Sol, I’d never have blurted it out like that if—’

      ‘It’s not your fault, Cassie.’ It was his. He’d stayed away too