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The Night Before Christmas. Kelly Hunter
Читать онлайн.Название The Night Before Christmas
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isbn 9781472082947
Автор произведения Kelly Hunter
Серия Mills & Boon Short Stories
Издательство HarperCollins
‘Oh, the invitation was his to make,’ Lena assured her, and blithely swept away one of the concerns Jess had about being here tonight. ‘This is a Sinclair-West party. Trig’s folks are here somewhere, if you know them. His older brother?’
Jessica shook her head. She didn’t know Trig’s family, not really. She’d met them only once, when they’d taken pictures of her and Trig on prom night.
‘Katie Mitchell’s here somewhere.’
Jess nodded. She knew Katie. Liked her.
‘Dell and Boyd Webber. They’re here.’
‘Them I know.’
Lena eyed her curiously. ‘There was something between you and Boyd once, right?’
‘It was mostly just heat.’
‘Lucky you. He’s Mr. Motocross now. Rising star.’
‘So I hear.’
Something in her voice made Lena tilt her head and smile. ‘You’re unimpressed. I like that. You look gorgeous, by the way. Elegant, sophisticated and in control. I like that, too. Promise me you won’t leave until you’ve at least given Boyd the opportunity to gaze upon that which he let slip away.’
‘You’re a little bit evil, Lena. You know that, don’t you?’ said a deep voice. Jess turned and there stood Lena’s brother, as forceful and compelling a presence as ever, never mind his easy smile.
Jess smiled carefully, for there was a darkness to Jared that neither the forthright Lena nor the easygoing Trig possessed. ‘Hey, Jared. Been a while.’
‘Four years. Lena, go find Trig and tell him Jess is here.’
‘What am I, your slave?’
‘No, you’re a sensitive host who doesn’t want one of her guests to feel uncomfortable.’
‘I was working on it,’ Lena protested. ‘I was in the middle of telling Jess who else was here that she might know. How is that not being a good host? Besides, I don’t even know where Trig is. He was here for five minutes at the start of the party and then he left.’
‘He’s in the study,’ Jared offered curtly. ‘Cassandra called.’
Lena swore, an emphatic little punctuation mark that made Jess bite back a smile. Call it a hunch, but it didn’t sound like Cassandra was Lena’s favorite person—which probably meant that Cassandra was Trig’s latest girlfriend. The Wests were possessive, simple fact. Possessive of each other and of Adrian ‘Trig’ Sinclair. Maybe it was healthy. Maybe the tightly woven bond between Lena, Jared and Trig wasn’t weird at all.
Lena sighed and her gaze cut back to Jess. ‘Stick around. I’ll go get Trig for you.’
Lena moved off. Jared steered Jess toward a wet bar that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a cruise ship.
‘Champagne?’ he asked and when she nodded, he poured her a glass, got a beer for himself and touched the neck of his bottle to her glass.
‘So, picking up where my sister left off, are you avoiding Boyd this evening or pursuing him?’
‘I’m staying neutral this evening, when it comes to Boyd. Like Switzerland.’
‘Just so you know. That dress you’re wearing? Not neutral.’
‘Think of it as armor.’
‘Switzerland’s armed?’
‘Purely defensive.’
‘That’s what they all say.’
Jess smiled. She could handle Jared’s banter—the lazy knowledge and the sharpness beneath. Trading words with Jared was good practice for when she finally came face-to-face with Boyd.
Jess took a deep breath, sipped her champagne and looked around the crowd again. She could do this. Come to a Christmas Eve party in her hometown and enjoy the company of old acquaintances without falling apart. She had worth now. A good job as a physiotherapist and a life lived in Sydney. She didn’t need Boyd Webber to tell her that a full ride university scholarship gave her a shot at a better life. She didn’t need him saying that if she wanted to break the cycle of poverty and violence she’d grown up with, this was her chance.
She’d taken that chance and made the most of it. Boyd could hardly berate her for that. And if Boyd asked her why she’d come home for Christmas, well…all she had to do was tell him the truth.
That sometimes, just sometimes, she missed the ocean and the beaches, the rhythms of small town life and the fantasy of family who might one day give a damn about her.
That was the truth, even if it wasn’t the whole truth.
No need to mention to Boyd just how much she missed him.
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