Her Mistletoe Wish by Lucy Clark Read Free Book Online

left off six years ago. Now, that certainly would be something to dream about.
    Reggie opened her eyes, stretching her arms above her head. She’d had a wonderful sleep but a moment later, as her mind began to wake up, she remembered the events of yesterday evening. Her apartment had burned down.
    ‘Melva!’ She sat bolt upright in the bed, thinking fast. She’d get out of bed and go check on Melva, then start figuring out what to do next. No doubt she’d have to go shopping as the clothes on her back were literallythe only clothes she had. She could borrow some from Mackenzie and…
    She frowned, looking around the room, taking in her surroundings. This wasn’t a tiny room in the residential wing. ‘Where am I?’ As she continued to inspect the room, she realised she was in Sunainah’s spare room…or what had previously been Sunainah’s spare room. Her friend had moved out of this town house when she’d married Elliot. The town house had been vacant since then and listed on the hospital’s bulletin board. Her eyes widened as realisation dawned. ‘Oh, no!’
    Reggie flicked back the covers and checked the floor for her shoes, quickly slipping her feet into them as she tried to piece together what she could remember of last night’s events
after
the fire.
    She’d been at Melva’s bedside. Sunainah, Mackenzie and Bergan had all come to find her once they’d heard the news—her friends were always there when she needed their support. Then, being the stubborn woman she was, she’d refused to leave Melva’s side until her neighbour had been settled in the ward. She could remember sitting by Melva’s bed…then…she’d fallen asleep. Someone had woken her up and—
    ‘Flynn!’
    Reggie shot to her feet and opened the spare-room door, pushing her hands through her hair as she walked through the lower part of the town house towards the kitchen—Flynn’s kitchen. She was in Flynn Jamieson’s town house and by the scents of coffee and pancakes wafting from the kitchen it appeared he was making breakfast.
    Sure enough, she found him standing at the stove,expertly flipping pancakes in the air and catching them in the frying pan. ‘Flynn?’
    ‘Ah.’ He turned and looked at her over his shoulder, his smile bright and welcoming. ‘Good morning, Reggie.’ He indicated the table, which was set with plates, knives and forks, a glass of juice and a bottle of maple syrup in the middle. ‘Take a seat and I’ll bring you your breakfast.’
    ‘You know how to cook now?’ Still trying to wrap her head around this surreal moment, of having Flynn cook breakfast for her, she moved towards the table and dropped down into the chair, glad of its support. ‘Back in the Caribbean you weren’t sure how to boil water.’
    He grinned at her. ‘I wasn’t
that
bad but, yes, during my time there I realised a lot of things about myself and how I needed to become more self-sufficient.’ He checked the pancake again. ‘Almost done.’
    ‘You always were full of surprises,’ Reggie murmured, her tone indicating that some of those ‘surprises’ hadn’t always been good ones.
    Flynn’s answer was to wink at her, and her insides instantly flooded with a tingling warmth. Why, oh, why couldn’t she be immune to his charm? She immediately looked away from him and stared at the empty plate in front of her, trying to get her thought processes jump-started.
    ‘I’ve called the hospital,’ Flynn said a moment later, ‘and been informed that Melva has slept peacefully throughout the night and was sitting up, drinking a cup of tea.’
    Reggie lifted her head and sighed with relief. ‘That’s great news. Thanks for the update.’
    ‘You’re welcome. Coffee?’
    ‘Uh…most definitely, please.’ She frowned as she watched him pour her a cup of coffee, not adding any milk or sugar before placing it on the table before her.
    ‘You still take it black, right? No sugar?’
    ‘Correct.’
    ‘That’s because you’re sweet