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.

want to be

paws a blur as he excavates a hole, spraying snow

can’t I catch

prickles at the back of my neck and

I’m being watched…

Don’t be ridiculous…

Cautiously, I scan around.

said Baxter is

Is he watching us?

the freakingly fucking obvious

Klempner’s still

of my vision

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

feel a complete idiot. “Oh, sorry. I

“You're not disturbing me. I just

I wave my hands

My what?

I don’t know.

a moment then, “Is something

of sorts.” His brows rise, as though waiting for me to keep speaking. For some reason, I want to fill the silence. “There’s a lot happening

his lips. “So

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

out

“Are you alright?”

snow with the end of a boot. “Yes, I'm fine too.” Then he straightens up, his smile turning brighter. “No, I'm good. It's just that when I accepted the invitation to Christmas, I didn't really know what to expect. I thought all that…” He waves back in towards the house… “…

the truth, I find it all

important,” I say. “It's important to Charlotte, certainly. I don't think she's had very many good

down into his mug. “No,

solitary, silent man,

seems civilised

he’s someone to talk

who’s not too

“What happened?” I ask.

invited me to stay for Christmas. You have a problem with

happened to you? I mean, you’re Lawrence Klempner…” His lips quirk… “… And yet here

of my question and

I’ve started, so I

you expected? Yes, in fact I do only have the one

My cheeks burn…

huffs a laugh. “James did mention that you're apt

Oh… Jeez…

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