Aurelia Rowl - Christmas Is Cancelled

‘Thanks, this looks great!’

‘So is he okay about you spending Christmas with me?’

Tilly hesitated, her loaded fork raised halfway to her mouth. A guilty flush crept into her cheeks and she made a great show of looking down at the food. After an agonising pause, she shrugged then thrust the fork into her mouth so she physically couldn’t say any more.

A prickle of terror laced with excitement raced along Dean’s spine. ‘He doesn’t know you’re here, does he?’

Her cheeks reddened even more and she avoided his gaze. ‘Mmmh, so good,’ she moaned, swallowing down the forkful then chasing it down with another with great gusto. If she did it with the intention of distracting him then it worked.

Watching Tilly eat was crazily seductive and Dean couldn’t help imagining the sounds she might make if he ever got to make love to her. With his resolve crumbling and big brother’s radar down, there was every chance Dean might be about to find out. Not trusting his voice, he followed her lead and began wolfing down dinner.

The meal passed in relative silence, the odd bit of small talk, but she didn’t offer any more clues about what had happened to her and he was too flustered to ask. Their bowls lay empty, mopped clean with the bread, and Dean cast a glance at the clock.

‘Bloody hell!’ He jerked back into his seat. ‘It’s after midnight already.’

‘Really?’ Tilly followed his gaze. ‘That would explain why I can’t keep my eyelids open.’ She turned back to him and smiled sleepily. ‘Do you mind if I go on up to bed?’

‘Not at all.’

‘Are you coming too?’

‘No, not yet.’ The later he could put off going to bed, the better. Christmas Eve was his worst night of the year, closely followed by Christmas Day. ‘I’ll clear up here first.’

‘Oh. Let me give you a hand,’ she said, stifling a yawn.

‘No, you’re okay, I’ve got it covered. Besides, you’re my guest.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘I’m sure. Just don’t go getting all excited thinking Father Christmas has arrived if you happen to hear me out on the landing when I come up to bed.’

Tilly laughed and the sound wrapped itself around him like comfort blanket. ‘Right, I’ll try to remember.’ She climbed out of her seat to leave but then she paused beside him and leaned down to kiss his cheek. ‘Good night, Dean.’

‘Good night.’ Dean listened to her footsteps all the way to the top of the stairs. A door closed and he let out the deep breath he’d been holding.

Even stripped of makeup, Tilly’s natural beauty outshone all of the women he’d dated. If that’s what you could call the women who liked to collect him as a trophy on their arm. They never really gave a damn about him, only interested in the man he’d become and how much money he had in the bank. Not Tilly though. He’d been scruffy and penniless yet she’d still cared for him.

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