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 bound

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

catch that mood from

my neck and I

I’m being watched…

Don’t be ridiculous…

Cautiously, I scan around.

is still

Is he watching us?

freakingly fucking

Klempner’s still

the edges of my vision and I

face impassive, Klempner stands at the back of the terrace, leaning against the wall, cradling a steaming mug as he watches the canine

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

pleasantly. “You're not disturbing me. I just

too. It’s all a bit…” I wave my hands uselessly, not

My what?

I don’t know.

a

rise, as though waiting for me to keep speaking. For some reason, I want to

slowly, pursing his lips. “So

a reason I’m not the only one outside in the bitter

out here by

“Are you alright?”

really know what to expect. I thought all that…” He waves back in towards the house… “… stuff just came out of movies. Holly

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

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

down into his

to. That this solitary, silent man, is

he seems

he’s someone to talk

who’s not too

“What happened?” I ask.

blinks. “James invited me to stay for Christmas. You

it's not what I meant. I meant, what happened to you? I mean, you’re Lawrence Klempner…” His lips quirk…

both the gross ill-manners of my question and the

I finish… “…like what

voice is mild, tinged with amusement. “What you expected? Yes, in fact I do

My cheeks burn…

huffs a laugh. “James did mention that you're apt to let your mouth run

Oh… Jeez…

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