The Gang picks up my mood, milling around. Archie bounces about, yapping excitedly until Meg snaps at him and he sheers off. Then as the four play at rough-and-tumble under the table, Scruffy joins them and I snap. “Quiet! All of you!”

The dogs subside and assemble under the desk, panting. Ryan stares at me. “Kirstie?”

I shouldn’t have done that.

They’re only enjoying themselves…

Too much wine...

That’s what I tell myself anyway. “I’ll be back in a while. I’m taking the dogs out.”

He starts to rise from the chair. “I’ll keep you company.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s alright.” He stares after me as I exit the study.

Wrapping a thick scarf around my neck and tugging mittens onto hands, I call the dogs and once more they bounce jubilantly after me as I head outdoors.

I gasp at the frigid wall of air as I open the door. The Gang don’t seem to notice, tumbling out into the snow as I carefully pull the door closed behind me.

The icy air and brilliant sunshine are an instant antidote to my ill mood. Around me lies a vast sparkling snowscape, covering grass and shrub and tree, rolling down the mountain to where even the lake lies as a single glistening sheet.

What do I have to be miserable about?

Really?

I pace up and down in the snow, watching the dogs playing, racing around in silly circles, barking joyously.

What’s wrong with me?

Just nerves?

Self-analysis isn’t easy. Sometimes one must face unpleasant truths.

Is it just nerves?

Just anxiety about the biggest purchase I’m ever likely to make?

Or is it more?

Ryan…

I was single for years. Happily so.

And then Ryan appeared in my life.

I love you.

I want to be

digs into the snow, his paws a blur as he excavates a hole, spraying snow backwards

I catch that

back of my

I’m being watched…

Don’t be ridiculous…

Cautiously, I scan around.

is still

Is he watching us?

the freakingly fucking obvious strikes

Klempner’s

shifts on the edges of my

there, silently watching me, is Charlotte’s father. His face impassive, Klempner stands at the back of the terrace, leaning against the wall, cradling a steaming mug as he

a complete idiot. “Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to

disturbing me. I

all a bit…” I wave my hands uselessly, not knowing how to

My what?

I don’t know.

a moment

waiting for me to keep speaking. For some reason, I

slowly, pursing his lips. “So

me that perhaps there’s a reason I’m not the only one outside

he out here by

“Are you alright?”

to Christmas, I didn't really know what to expect. I thought all that…” He waves back in towards the house… “… stuff just came out of movies. Holly and trees and mulled

sips again. “To tell the truth, I find it all

is important,” I say. “It's important to Charlotte, certainly. I don't think she's

into his mug. “No, she

silent man, is

seems civilised

he’s someone to talk

who’s not too

“What happened?” I ask.

“James invited me to stay for

whoever they want. But it's not what I meant. I meant, what happened to you? I mean, you’re Lawrence Klempner…” His lips quirk… “… And yet here you are helping to decorate a tree with Christmas bunnies. You don't

the gross ill-manners of my question and the possible consequences

so I finish… “…like what

is mild, tinged with amusement. “What you expected? Yes,

My cheeks burn…

that you're apt to let your

Oh… Jeez…

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