The Northern Lights Lodge - Julie Caplin Romantic Escapes

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need a unicorn,’ she said, engendering her voice with absolute authority, pleased to see Alex’s mouth drop open, although whether it was admiration or astonishment she wasn’t sure. ‘In my country elves and fairies have enormous respect for the unicorn. They wouldn’t dare trespass on a unicorn’s territory. Even the symbol of a unicorn is enough to make fairies and elves think twice about entering a place.’

      Hekla nodded, clearly having no idea what she was talking about. Did unicorns even feature in Icelandic folklore? Alex’s lips were pressed together, his hands now rammed in his pockets and he was taking great interest in the floor. However, she held both Freya and Elin’s attention.

      Lucy pulled out her necklace, undoing it and holding it up.

      ‘Ah Einhyrningur,’ said Hekla reaching a finger out to touch the necklace. ‘There’s a mountain called Einhyrningur about forty kilometres away from here. Unicorns.’ She nodded, looking ridiculously relieved. ‘That is interesting.’

      ‘Yes, apparently their magic is stronger,’ said Lucy, straightening up, ‘they’re known to…’ To what? She knew bugger all about them because … they didn’t exist. But then neither did elves.

      With a heavy sigh, Alex pushed himself away from the wall, gave Lucy a resigned, I can’t believe I’m doing this, look and said, ‘The huldufólk avoid them because it’s reputed that they can steal their magic.’ The seamless interjection was so smooth she almost believed it herself.

      ‘Yes!’ Hekla looked excited and clapped her hands together. ‘If we take the unicorn into the staff quarters it will make the huldufólk leave.’

      ‘And,’ said Lucy, ‘it’s made of silver. You know in folklore that werewolves and vampires can’t touch silver, is it the same with the huldufólk?’

      ‘Of course,’ said Elin thoughtfully and Lucy wondered how much Elin really believed in such things as hidden folk. Perhaps believing in a silver unicorn was a useful face-saving exercise.

      ‘Wonderful,’ said Hekla, with a broad smile, her blue eyes shining now that all was well with the world. Lucy wanted to hug her. Perhaps she should warn Hekla about trusting too easily. It could cost you. Instead she said, ‘Hekla, why don’t you, Elin and Freya,’ she was pleased she’d remembered their names, ‘take the unicorn back to the staff quarters and find a good place to hang it up? And then perhaps you can come back and show me around the hotel and introduce me to the rest of the staff?’

      As soon as they’d gone, she turned to Alex, raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak first.

      ‘Nice save,’ he said, ‘although you shouldn’t have stood for any nonsense. You’re storing up trouble.’

      Straightening she smoothed down the skirt of her black suit, the closest thing she had to armour. She’d just arrived, she’d been running on empty for months and he wanted her to come up with all the answers on day one. And wait, hello, he was the flipping barman!

      ‘And what would you have done?’ she asked coolly. ‘You’d have been happy to pitch in making beds and cleaning bathrooms, would you?’

      ‘You should have knocked the whole elf thing on its head. It’s going to be used every time some kind of leverage is needed.’

      ‘Maybe I was being sensitive to local cultural beliefs.’

      Alex snorted. ‘They were trying it on. Your first day.’

      ‘You don’t know that for sure,’ she said defensively.

      ‘Er, hello. Elves? Seriously?’ The stern expression on his face relaxed and she saw amusement dancing in his brown eyes.

      ‘Well they seemed quite serious about the dead mice,’ retorted Lucy.

      ‘Mmm,’ admitted Alex. ‘Sounds like you might have a practical joker with a rather warped sense of humour on the staff.’

      Lucy hoped not, she had enough on a plate without having to contend with that as well.

       Chapter 5

      ‘He’s very cute,’ observed Hekla, showing Lucy into the guest lounge she’d glimpsed briefly last night.

      ‘Who?’ asked Lucy, pretending she didn’t know who was being referred to.

      ‘Alex. The barman. Very cute.’

      ‘Mmm,’ responded Lucy, with a non-committal twist of her lips. ‘I hadn’t noticed. How long’s he been here?’

      Hekla gave her a startled look but Lucy lifted her chin with the regal tilt she was known for … rewind … had been known for. Once upon a time, her reputation for being a boss you wouldn’t mess with preceded her.

      ‘Only two weeks. I don’t think he plans on staying long either. I think he’s just passing through.’

      Lucy had met plenty of people like Alex in her career. Always on the move, travelling around the world. The hospitality industry relied on people like him.

      ‘Shame, because he’s very popular with the guests,’ said Hekla with a sly grin. ‘Perhaps you could persuade him to stay longer.’

      Lucy shot her a quelling look as if to say ‘you’ve got the wrong person here’.

      OK, so you couldn’t miss how cute Alex was, in fact he probably had the monopoly on cuteness with those warm brown eyes and the super cute crinkles around them. Lucy was driven not blind, but for the next two months her focus was going to be on being the very best manager The Northern Lights Lodge had ever had, so that Mr Pedersen would be begging her to stay and she was not going to be noticing anyone no matter how … ‘Oh, Oh, Oh!’

      Her thoughts were brought to abrupt standstill by the spectacular view showcased by a run of floor-to-ceiling windows which took up one entire wall of the room.

      ‘Wow,’ she breathed, crossing to the window. ‘This is…’ Directly below was a steep drop and it felt as she were in mid-air. Some clever architect had designed the building to maximise the views and the contours of the hillside. Away to the right the rugged coastline snaked away disappearing behind a slender spit of land that poked out like a snake’s tongue, topped by a series of pillars of rocks that in this light looked like ancient rough-hewn chess pieces. To the left, folds of crag-topped hills filled the skyline each getting bigger and bigger until they finished in a majestic snow-capped peak. No wonder people believed in elves and trolls and other mystical creatures. There was definitely a Lord of the Rings sense of sorcery about the landscape. It was easy to imagine cloaked horseback riders racing across the meadows down by the sea. With that longish dark hair, Alex had a bit of the mysterious Aragorn about him.

      And where the heck had that thought popped up from? Focus, Lucy. Last night’s northern light display had messed with her head, she decided.

      ‘We will have snow this week,’ said Hekla following Lucy to the window as they looked out at the heavy white clouds which were broken up by patches of blue that allowed sunbeams to dance across the sea making the waves glisten and sparkle.

      Lucy turned back to survey the room, frowning slightly, her eyes scanning the polished wood floors and colourful rugs and the high beams criss-crossing the apex of the roof. The stylish sofas with their beech legs and deep teal blue upholstery were the same ones she’d seen on the hotel’s website, along with the numerous lamps casting a soft light in the room. But something was missing. It took her a second to work it out. Where were the cosy throws and inviting cushions? What had happened to the books and carved sea-birds arranged on the low open shelves? Perhaps the previous management had brought them in as window dressing for the photo shoot…

      ‘I think we should get some throws and cushions to put in here,’ she said, wishing she’d thought to grab a notepad and pen from the office. ‘You know, more hygge?’ Back in Bath,

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