Isn’t that nice?”Ībbie wasn’t surprised by this information she’d already known, courtesy of the three Union Jack emojis Will himself had sent her an hour ago.īut she was conscious of the fact that Chitra didn’t really care about Will Reid. His fangirls reckon he’s coming home for Christmas. “According to my Instagram feed, Will Reid has been spotted at LAX. “I have news, by the way,” Chitra said, biting into a gingerbread shaped like Santa’s head. The canteen staff had added cinnamon in deference to the festive season, which was about as much Christmas spirit as she could stand. Drink your tea and have a biscuit, you dizzy cow.” “I will neither confirm nor deny that accusation.” She made a mental note to hide the box of Celebrations better and wear more aggressive eyeliner. Next thing you knew, people would be popping by her office for chats at all hours. If that information were widely known, it would completely undo the Fuck off and leave me alone aura Abbie had cultivated with her colleagues.

I know you keep a tub of sweets under your desk for any lost twelve-year-olds.” “You’re convincing no one with that ‘I hate kids’ routine. “How goes the world of corralling whiny brats?”Ĭhitra arched a dark eyebrow. Except for Chitra, who unfortunately refused to be controlled. “Swimmingly,” Abbie said, because everything she organised went swimmingly. “How goes the world of office management, my darling?” Then she sank into one of Abbie’s office chairs and propped her ankle-booted feet up on the other. So shut up.” Chitra plopped takeout cups from the school’s canteen onto Abbie’s desk, shoving administrative paperwork out of the way in a flash of mauve nails and gold bangles. “But I do remember telling you that I need to stretch my legs more. “Remember our little chat, the other day? About how you are too pregnant to trek across campus every time you fancy a tea break, and you should stay in the biology block and call me instead?”Ĭhitra, who was round and glowing and far too pleased with herself, gave a derisive snort. I hope this romance is a Christmas comfort read.Ībigail Farrell stopped typing numbers into her spreadsheet du jour, removed her cat-eye spectacles, and massaged the bridge of her nose. I have tried to handle these topics as lovingly as I am able. This book contains mentions of abuse and depictions of anxiety. For information about permissions to reproduce this book Production by Tracy Bordian/At Large Editorial Services, with contributions by Eleanor Gasparik and Laura Brady.Īll rights reserved. Original illustration and cover design by Monika Roe. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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