The Christmas Project: A laugh-out-loud romance from bestselling author Maxine Morrey

‘All right. Good. Here’s my card.’ He closed the distance between us and I handed him a pale Tiffany blue business card. ‘Work out when you can set aside some time and email me. I’ll look at my diary and then give you a call to plan the first session.’

‘I’m assuming you don’t work weekends?’ he said, studying the card.

‘I try not to, but obviously it’s very difficult with the type of work I do, so it’s all dependent on the client.’

‘Right. Guess I blew that already then.’

‘Yes, you did rather. But lucky for you, I adore Janey so, if weekends are all you can do, then that’s what will happen.’

He gave a small smile. ‘Thanks. I’ll do my best to clear some space in the week so that I don’t take up too many of your weekends. I’m sure your boyfriend probably likes to see you as much as possible.’

I retrieved the leather gloves from my pocket and started pulling them on. ‘He’s aware my work hours can be a little erratic. Besides, he travels a lot and is often away over weekends too so it’s not such a big deal.’

Michael looked at me again, studying me, his eyes almost hypnotic in their concentration.

‘What is it?’

He shook his head. ‘Nothing.’ He flicked the card. ‘I’ll email you tomorrow.’

I nodded. ‘Great. Goodnight then.’

‘Night.’

He leant over to open the door and glanced up and down the street. The snow was still falling but a little less heavily than it had been earlier.

‘Where did you park?’

‘I didn’t. I got the Tube. Speak to you tomorrow then.’

‘Wait. I’ll walk you to the station.’

‘No. It’s not far. But thank you.’

‘Janey would want me to.’

I gave him a patient look.

‘Look, just wait while I find my shoes. I know the other one is here somewhere…’ He began hunting around the ‘accumulated items’ in the hall for his other trainer.

I shook my head. ‘Looks like you could do with a bit of organisation,’ I quipped. Stepping past him, I opened my umbrella, heading off quickly before he could get himself organised enough to come with me. The Tube station was only a few minutes of quick walking away and the area was well to do and well lit. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t done a hundred times before and I certainly didn’t need chaperoning by Michael O’Farrell just because his sister would have wanted him to. I soon reached the bright, fluorescent lights of the Tube station and headed into its underworld to catch my train.

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