‘Just to be clear,’ he murmured. ‘Am I the person that you want to—’
Before he could finish the sentence, I tilted forwards, and softly pressed my lips against his. We lingered there for the sweetest moment, before he gently pulled away. ‘Hmm. That felt a bit casual to me.’
With one fluid movement, he pulled me into his lap, settling back in the chair to ensure we were both comfortable, before kissing me so intently that it hummed through every cell, sent my head spinning. A kiss that woke up parts of me I hadn’t known were sleeping. A kiss that contained a thousand promises of love and laughter and a lifetime of kisses to come. It was the kiss I’d been dreaming of since I sat in my bedroom and started a list.
It was the kind of kiss that made a woman believe dreams can come true, after all.
Acknowledgments
Huge thanks as always must go to team Boldwood, who are all simply brilliant. I don’t know what I appreciate more about Sarah Ritherdon – her insightful editing, enthusiasm and encouragement all play such a vital role in keeping me on track. I also remain incredibly grateful to my agent, Kiran Kataria, whose support and advice are invaluable.
Thanks also to Neil Barnes from Forestry England, who kindly took the time to share his experiences as a real-life ranger.
And of course, to everyone who has read my books, taken the time to write a review or get in touch, I cannot thank you enough. Knowing you are out there reading and loving my books means more than I can say.
For Ciara, Joseph and Dominic, who continue to teach me so much about life and love, and never fail to make me laugh.
And for George – how precious to love and be loved just the way we are.
Author’s Note
While ReadUp is a fictional charity, it was inspired by the fantastic work of Read Easy UK. There are an estimated 2.4 million people in the UK either unable or barely able to read. As well as being five times more likely to be unemployed, adults who struggle to read face challenges in all areas of life, for example understanding road signs, household bills, food packaging or basic health information.
Read Easy is an adult literacy charity that provides free, confidential, one-to-one reading coaching to adults. It is changing lives across the country, but unlike my fictional ReadUp, the reading coaches are all volunteers. You can find out more about this amazing organisation, including ways to support them, at readeasy.org.uk, or @ReadEasyUK
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Prologue
22 December
It was finally here. The highlight of the Dougal and Duff calendar. Everyone would be there, from the lowliest admin assistant to the senior partners. The oak bannisters were draped with ivy, dotted with twinkling red and white fairy lights. The doorway leading into the designated party room was framed with pine branches, a cheeky sprig of mistletoe hanging in the centre. Inside, the room looked even more spectacular than last year. Hundreds of sparkling snowflakes dangled from the wood-panelled ceiling, more fairy lights and greenery adorned every surface. The Christmas tree in the centre of the back wall stood festooned with baubles and ribbons.
Waiting staff slipped between the clusters of office cliques with trays of champagne and crumbly canapés, their black uniforms in sharp contrast to the glittering party dresses and tartan finery. A swing quartet thrummed, but it couldn’t beat the buzz of festive gossip. Rumours had been flying that the newest partner, Richard Abernethy, freshly returned from yet another victory in the Paris office, had been dropping hints about an important announcement. And when a locally renowned jeweller delivered a ring-shaped box to Reception that morning, every one of the sixty-three employees knew within minutes. The only question was who. Nobody had a clue.
That was, except me.
The other PAs assumed I must have some insight to the mystery woman, given that I’d almost unlimited access to his emails and diary. They spent most of the evening trying to badger me into giving them a name. Or at least a list of suspects.
I smoothed down my ridiculously expensive dress, patted my hair, took another fake-nonchalant swig of champagne and said nothing.
Not because of loyalty to my boss. Although that would have been reason enough.