The Kiss Before Christmas: A Christmas Romance Novella
The Kiss Before Christmas: A Christmas Romance Novella
Sophie Pembroke
An English Girl in New YorkAs the snow starts to fall on Manhattan, PA Dory Mackenzie is a long way from home, far from the comforts and cheer of her cozy family Christmases back in Liverpool.So when her boss Tyler Alexander offers to pay her pricey ticket home for New Year, Dory just can’t say no… even if she has to pretend to be his girlfriend for the holidays!Tyler may be hiding the real reason he needs a girlfriend-of-convenience but that’s the least of Dory’s worries when she’s up against the disapproval of his high society mother, and the suspicions of his gorgeous older brother Lucas, the black sheep of the family.There’s no fooling Lucas, and it’s not just the truth he wants to get closer to… So before the bells have even rung out for Christmas day, Dory finds herself caught up in the Alexander family’s dramas – and sharing more than just a few kisses under the mistletoe!Lose yourself in this gorgeously romantic and heart-warming novella this holiday season.
The Kiss Before Christmas
Sophie Pembroke
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Contents
Copyright (#ud47eccd4-4642-5315-a707-3356afa1bca2)
Dedication (#ua3bc7e1d-2899-5b6e-b842-6d57b4f320f3)
Chapter 1 (#u41364c74-54b1-56d9-8b50-36c66a5e1bfa)
Chapter 2 (#ub8b9061e-239d-535b-82ba-cdfc89deb8f8)
Chapter 3 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Sophie Pembroke (#litres_trial_promo)
About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
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For Charlotte.
I wouldn't be here without you.
Chapter 1 (#u3c23cfa0-e574-597a-bc3e-12d16ddf78f0)
Dorothea Mackenzie stared at the screen, willing the words to change. They didn’t. She tried blinking. Nope, still there, in all their guilt-trip-inducing glory.
My dearest Dory,
We went to choose the Christmas tree yesterday, sweetheart, but it wasn’t the same without you. I think Mum was a bit sad decorating it without any of you kids around, but Molly and Tim don’t get in until the 24
, and she didn’t want to leave it that late. She had ‘Lonely This Christmas’ playing on a loop. A call from you would definitely cheer her up – especially if you happened to mention your flight times (hint hint!). I can come and collect you from the airport any time on Christmas Eve, just let me know. I’ve not taken any taxi bookings the whole day, just in case.
Love and mulled wine
Dad x
A definite two-pronged attack. Clever. First mentioning Mum beingsad, which they all knew meant big eyes and deep sighs and very brave smiles, and which he knew Dory couldn’t stand. And then not taking any bookings on Christmas Eve, a night that promised time-and-a-half for a Liverpool cabbie, and usually some pretty good festive tips, too.
All this despite the fact she’d told him a month and a half ago she wouldn’t be home for Christmas. Hell, she’d already posted all their presents.
‘They’re bringing out the big guns now, then?’ Tyler said, reading over her shoulder in that way he knew she hated. ‘How are you going to get out of that one?’
Dory shifted her computer screen so he couldn’t see. There wasn’t a lot of point; she was pretty sure IT would send him up every email she’d ever received or sent if he asked. But it was the principle of the thing. ‘Aren’t bosses supposed to be less…’ She trailed off still in search of the right word to describe Tyler.
‘Charming? Handsome? Awesome?’ he guessed.
‘Intrusive.’
‘Hmm. And I thought assistants were supposed to be more fawning, generally.’ He wagged a finger at her, mock sternly. ‘Don’t think you can get away with anything, just because you’ve got that cute British accent thing going.’
Dory was starting to suspect that her accent was the only reason he’d hired her. It certainly wasn’t to fawn over him, since she’d made it painfully clear at the job interview that that wasn’t going to happen. In fact, the exact phrase she’d used was ‘I’m not the kind of assistant who fetches your dry-cleaning and straightens your tie. I’m the kind of assistant who makes your workload lighter.’
Dad always said she wasn’t great with subtle.
Of course, for the brief three-month period when she’d had an assistant of her own, back at her last job – her Dream Job – she hadn’t exactly been fawned over either. More insulted, actually.
Maybe her assistant hadn’t liked the accent. Liverpudlian was an acquired taste, Dory supposed.
‘Was there something you actually wanted?’ Dory asked. ‘A report that needs writing, or a meeting to set up?’
‘Yeah, I need you to pull up the publicity shots from that charity event in Washington D.C. last week. See what people are saying about the cause, the people involved, that sort of thing.’
‘You mean you want me to check that they caught your best side in the photos.’ She’d been Tyler’s assistant for six months now. She knew what really mattered to him, and it often had little to do with the multi-million-dollar restaurant chain he stood to inherit, or its subsidiaries – even if he was the CEO.
‘That too,’ he admitted with a grin. ‘Send them through when you’ve got them.’
He swept off back into his office and Dory turned to more important matters than whether or not Tyler’s eyes looked red in some photos surely no one really cared about. Like how to break it to Dad that she really, really wasn’t coming home for Christmas.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go back to good old Blighty. Her stomach rumbled at the very thought of Dad’s Christmas dinner and Mum’s mince pies. She was nostalgic about beating her siblings at Monopoly while they drank their way through a bucket of mulled wine until they all ended up writing each other IOUs for ridiculous sums of rent. She wanted a soggy Christmas-Day walk after the Queen’s speech and turkey sandwiches while watching the Doctor Who Christmas Special.
But she couldn’t.
Working for Tyler Alexander had a lot of perks, but unfortunately the pay wasn’t one of them. It paid the rent, got her invited to some pretty cool parties, and provided the entertainment of working with Tyler, scion of the Alexander family and generally fun guy to be around. But it didn’t stretch to holiday-period flights to the British Isles.
Of course, she couldn’t tell Dad that. Especially since her parents still believed she was working at the aforementioned Dream Job.
She should have told them by now. It wasn’t going to get any easier, after all. But she just hadn’t found quite the right way to break it to them yet. And yeah, okay, maybe a part of her was still hoping she’d get back the life she moved to the States for, before anybody back home noticed that she’d let it slip through her fingers. Dream job, devoted, successful and rich fiancé, Manhattan penthouse apartment… Now she shared a shoebox of a flat an hour’s commute away, put up with Tyler’s daily demands (while still refusing to deal with his wardrobe in any way) and didn’t even want to think about dating. And, as if that weren’t enough to make her miserable, she couldn’t go home for Christmas.
With a sigh, Dory pushed her chair up to the desk again and rested her hands on the keyboard. How was she going to do this?
She glanced at the office door. When in doubt, blame Tyler.
Dear Dad
I wish I was there to see the tree – send photos? And you know ‘Lonely this Christmas’ is Mum’s favourite. She’d be listening to it even if I was there. Which, unfortunately, I’m not going to be able to be. You know there’s nowhere else in the world I want to be on Christmas Day, but I’m afraid work is crazy and I can’t get the time off to even fly there and back and say hi at the airport! Maybe in the New Year…
She stopped. Things weren’t going to be any better in January, and there was no point pretending that they would.
Deleting the words, she clicked on to the Internet browser and brought up the travel website she used whenever Tyler needed to jet off somewhere at short notice. Typing ‘New York’ and ‘London’ into the starting point and destination fields, she held her breath while it did its magic.
When the price range appeared on the screen, she winced and closed the tab. No way. Even if she was willing to give up food and shelter for the foreseeable future, there wasn’t enough money in her bank account to get her halfway across the ocean.
Her hand drifted to the locked top drawer of her desk entirely of its own accord. It knew what she kept there, hoping that the lock and key would protect her from temptation. She kept it at work so she didn’t have it on hand in her weakest moments. Like late at night, watching QI repeats on her laptop with a large glass of wine, and feeling homesick.
In that drawer, tucked away behind her stationery supplies, was the emergency credit card her father had insisted she get before she’d left for New York with Ewen.
She’d never used it, but she knew the credit limit was high enough to get her a ticket home. She could use it, have a few days with friends and family, then return to New York with nobody any the wiser as to her current fall from perfection. It was an ideal solution – she’d keep up appearances and get to go home for Christmas.
Except she’d be paying off the trip for the rest of her life. And what would she do if there really was an emergency and she couldn’t pull out the magic credit card to get her home?
Sighing, Dory pulled her hand away from the drawer. Dad had a rule about credit cards, one he’d drummed into her repeatedly before she left for university, and on every visit thereafter.
It’s not an emergency unless someone is bleeding, or there’s a real chance of decapitation.
She could probably get away with a more general risk of death than decapitation but still, neither applied in this case. The only thing at risk was her pride. And perhaps her relationship with her parents.
If she asked, if she confessed all, she knew Mum and Dad would try and find a way to pay for her to go home, but they didn’t have the money any more than she did. And it would be a one-way trip. If she left New York, broke and desperate, she wouldn’t be coming back. And she wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
The phone rang in Tyler’s office – never a good sign. The only person who had Tyler’s direct line, and so didn’t have to come through Dory, was his mother. She’d tricked it out of his previous assistant, which might have been why the job suddenly became available. And now Tyler couldn’t change the number or his mother would know he was avoiding her.
Personally, Dory was just glad she didn’t have to take the calls.
Within moments, a message from Tyler flashed up on her screen. Get photos. Now!
Dory rolled her eyes. Classic avoidance tactic. She would go in there, needing to urgently speak to him about photos, of all things, and he could legitimately tell his mother he had to go because something had come up.
Pulling up the search engine, she typed Tyler’s name into the search box. Usually that was all it took to get the most recent articles and photos up. She’d narrow it down by venue and event if there were too many. But before she could click search, the phone rang.
‘Tyler Alexander’s office,’ Dory said. ‘How can I help you?’
‘Is my brother there?’ The voice was unfamiliar, even after six months of working for Tyler, but she could make an easy educated guess at its owner. Lucas Alexander. The black sheep.
‘I’m sorry Mr Alexander, Tyler is on the phone right now.’ What did he want? She supposed this was the time of year when estranged brothers might suddenly get in touch, if only to discuss what on earth to buy their mother – the original woman-who-has-everything – for Christmas.
‘Let me guess – our mother.’ He sounded almost amused. His voice was deeper than Tyler’s, richer somehow.
‘I believe it might be.’ Dory clicked search then, while it was working, opened a new tab and typed the name ‘Lucas Alexander’ into the search bar. Let’s see exactly who I’m talking to. ‘Do you want me to ask Tyler to patch you in on a conference call with them?’
‘God, no!’ As Lucas spoke, a series of images began to load on Dory’s screen, all several years old, and all gorgeous. Lucas Alexander in a suit, on his wedding day, in shorts and a t-shirt on some beach somewhere… and one, the most recent shot of him, two years ago, in a dark coat and sunglasses. She clicked on that one.
‘In that case, can I take a message?’ she asked. The new page loaded with the headline ‘Alexander Drop Out?’ Dory scrolled down. CEO of the Alexander Corporation and heir to the family fortune, Lucas Alexander last night sensationally stepped down from the company, amid rumours of his divorce from socialite Cheryl Franklin.
‘If she’s on the phone, then she’s already seen the photos. I take it Tyler hasn’t yet?’ Lucas said.
‘Photos?’ Dory guiltily clicked back to the tab with the photos she was supposed to be looking for. ‘Oh my.’
‘Yeah. Not exactly the public image my dad usually likes us to promote for the Corporation.’ Lucas sighed. ‘It’s going to be a long Christmas break. Look, tell him I tried to warn him, yeah?’
‘I will,’ Dory promised, eyes still glued to the screen and the phone still in her hand long after Lucas had hung up.
As the dial tone buzzed, she finally put it down. Get it together, Dory. She needed to figure out exactly what was going on here.
Okay, so to start with, those weren’t photos from the latest charity gala. Dory was pretty sure he’d never have his hand that far up a woman’s dress in front of the country’s foremost do-gooders. She squinted at the picture on the screen. Who was she? No one Dory recognised, although the lighting and the woman’s position made it hard to pick out much beyond dark hair and long legs. Which didn’t narrow it down much. Tyler had what you might call A Type. Every woman she’d ever seen him out with had dark hair and long legs.
Hell, she had dark hair and reasonably lengthy legs. It could be her, except she’d never get that up-close-and-personal with her boss. She liked a guy with a little more depth, thanks.
A guy unlike her ex, as it turned out.
Although, now she thought about it, while she’d seen Tyler with a variety of women on his arms over the last six months, she’d never seen him with the same one twice. And she’d never seen him look at one like he could barely stop himself touching her, cameras be damned.
Whoever the woman in these photos was, she mattered to him. And he really wasn’t going to like the world seeing that. Let alone his mother…
Dory clicked on the article that went with the photos, checking the date stamp and scanning the text. The usual words popped out – Alexander family scion, billionaire, most eligible – but this time her eye stopped and paid attention to the second paragraph.
Usually seen in public with exactly the right woman for the occasion, accessorising his charity galas, publicity events and even dinner invitations like he’d match his tie to his suit, Tyler Alexander has never been afraid to show off his companions. Which makes us wonder about this one! Who is she? Where did they meet? Why is he keeping her a secret? And – could it be because, at last, Tyler has found The One?
Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. He really wasn’t going to like this. Apart from anything else, it might give the girl expectations – something Tyler studiously tried to avoid.
She looked at the picture again. Maybe this one really was different, though. In which case he’d probably be up in arms about invasion of privacy. Some days, you really couldn’t win with Tyler.
Reluctantly, she emailed him the link, then waited. Not for very long, mind. Within a minute, there was a reply.
GET IN HERE NOW!
He was still on the phone to his mother, so Dory slipped through the door and sat very, very quietly in the visitor’s chair on the other side of his desk. The chances of him not noticing she was there were slim, especially since he’d ordered her in, but she figured it was worth a try. She took a moment to remind herself that this was not her fault. She hadn’t been on a date with a strange woman, or got caught. She hadn’t even been responsible for making the dinner reservation, since she hadn’t even known he’d gone. She was in no way responsible for this. It was important to remember this – these things had a tendency to become completely irrelevant when Tyler was in a snit and looking for someone to blame.
‘I can’t just… she might have plans, Mother.’ Tyler slumped back in his chair, his eyes closed. ‘Yes, we’ve talked about… I’m sure she’d…’ He sighed. Dory sympathised; getting a word in edgeways when talking to Felicia Alexander was clearly not easy. ‘Mother. I’ll ask her, okay? I don’t know what else you want me to do.’ Stupid question. Tyler went silent again as his mother presumably gave him a list. ‘Fine. I’ll ask. Goodbye, Mother.’
Throwing the phone at the desk, he reached up to rub his temples. Dory, more concerned about his mother eavesdropping on whatever conversation followed, picked up the receiver and put it back on the hook. Then she sat back and waited for the blame to fall.
‘How could you let them post that picture?’ Tyler pointed at her, eyes open and accusing now.
‘How could you let them take it?’ she countered. ‘And it’s a bit hard to pull photos of you I don’t even know exist, out with a woman I didn’t know you were dating, on an evening I didn’t even know you were out.’
After six months, he followed that ramble of thought without too much trouble. One of the reasons she liked working for him.
Tyler sighed. ‘Yeah, okay. I screwed up. It’s just…’
‘She matters to you?’ Dory guessed, when he paused.
A sharp, short nod was the only acknowledgement she got. ‘But she is not a woman I can take home to meet the family over the holidays.’
Why not? Dory didn’t ask, because making Tyler madder didn’t seem like a good to-do list item for the day, but she couldn’t help but come up with some answers on her own. Was she a prostitute? The daughter of a business rival? His ex? Or just someone who’d be deemed unsuitable by the Alexander family at large? That probably took up most of the population.
‘Your mother wants you to take her home to Midfield House for Christmas?’
Tyler groaned and nodded. ‘Apparently it’s the only socially acceptable thing to do after you appear in a compromising photo with a woman, and it’s plastered all over the Internet.’
‘Of course.’ Only Felicia Alexander would have a book of etiquette for this situation. Tyler always said that because the Alexanders were only old-ish money, with their first restaurant opened in the early twentieth century, rather than old nineteenth-century industrialist money, his mother always felt she had to be even more proper than proper. ‘So what’re you going to do?’
Dory leant forward, resting her elbows on his desk, and stared across at him. Tyler Alexander under pressure; often when he did his best work, she’d found.
But apparently not today. He sighed and rubbed a hand across his forehead. ‘Call my lawyer, I suppose. See if we can cut some sort of deal with the magazine in question before the pictures make it from online to print. Get them to take them down, maybe. Break a leg so I don’t have to go home for Christmas.’
He was joking, of course. Even if he didn’t look like it. But just in case… ‘Don’t say that. It’ll be your own fault if you slip on the pavement on the way to catch a cab to the train station.’
‘Sidewalk,’ Tyler corrected her. Dory sighed. He was determined to make her a real American, one colloquialism at a time.
‘Besides, home is where you’re supposed to be for the holidays. Holidays are for family.’
Tyler’s gaze jerked up to meet hers. ‘You’re not going home,’ he pointed out.
Dory sank backwards with a sigh, thinking of the email she still had to send to Dad. ‘I would if I could. It’s just… not possible.’
‘Because…?’
‘Because you don’t pay me enough,’ she said, smirking at him. It was a familiar argument. Of course, the truth was, even a hefty pay rise would be swallowed up by frivolous expenses like food and heating. Basic living expenses were extreme in New York. She’d thought, coming from London, she’d be used to it. But in London she’d had the ex to share the bills with. Of course, she’d thought she’d be sharing with him in New York, too…
‘What if I could arrange for you to go home for New Year?’ Tyler asked. The gleam in his eye told her there’d be a catch, but the surge of excitement that coursed through her overwhelmed any caution.
‘Really? That would be… God, that would be fantastic.’ It wasn’t Christmas, of course, but it was a damn sight better than nothing. Her parents might even still be speaking to her by the time she got there if she could mollify them with a trip home at the end of the month.
‘I’ll book you a ticket,’ Tyler promised, smiling beatifically. ‘If you spend Christmas with my family.’
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Dory froze. ‘Wait. What?’
‘Spend Christmas up at the family estate with me, and I’ll arrange for you to go home for New Year,’ Tyler said. ‘It’s pretty straightforward, Dory.’
No it wasn’t. Because she’d spotted the catch. ‘Spend Christmas with you in what capacity, exactly?’
He must have heard the suspicion in her voice, because he winced. ‘As my fake girlfriend.’
Not just a catch. A ginormous, all-encompassing Catch with a capital C. ‘Not a chance.’
‘You haven’t heard the whole plan. At least hear me out,’ Tyler said, holding up his hands. ‘Besides, weren’t you the one who said that holidays are for family?’
‘I didn’t mean yours!’
‘Better than being stuck here in a strange city, all alone…’
‘I’m not completely sure of that.’ Spending Christmas with the Alexander family seemed infinitely more intimidating. They probably wore tuxes for dinner every single night. Dory had mastered the whole which-cutlery-to-use-first thing when she dated the son of an MP at university, but beyond that? She’d be lost. And they probably wouldn’t let her illegally stream Doctor Who on Christmas Day, either.
‘Come on, Dory.’ He was using his persuasive voice now. Never a good sign. ‘Think about it. You get a luxury, catered Christmas break, followed by an all-expenses-paid trip back home for New Year. And all you have to do is look adoringly at me for a few days.’
‘They’ll never buy it,’ she said. ‘Your mother has spoken to me on the phone. She’ll recognise my voice.’ Not to mention Lucas. She knew she’d recognise his voice again anywhere. She’d be kind of disappointed if he didn’t recognise hers.
‘She’s spoken to you precisely twice,’ Tyler said. ‘I don’t think she pays that much attention to my assistants.’
‘Still. Do you really think they’ll believe that you’re dating…’ She paused. Why wouldn’t they? She was young, attractive, exactly his type and, most importantly, awesome. ‘Do you really think they’ll believe I’d date you?’
Tyler laughed, a deep, belly laugh. At least she’d managed to cheer him up. ‘Bear in mind, they think I’m hiding my girlfriend from them.’
‘Which you are.’
‘So they have to imagine there’d be a reason.’
‘Like… me being British?’ If he seriously wanted her to consider this proposition, he had to admit all the reasons it probably wouldn’t work. Of which, her nationality was the least important. She wasn’t part of his society, part of his world. That was the part no one was going to believe.
‘Like you being my assistant.’
Ah, yes. That. Dory winced. ‘So, we’re going to tell them that?’
Tyler’s gaze slid away from hers. ‘Maybe, maybe not. But if they figure it out… it’s plausible as a story, anyway.’
‘Wouldn’t it be easier just to take your actual girlfriend?’
‘Believe it or not, no.’ Tyler looked suddenly tired. ‘Look, I know it’s probably a disaster waiting to happen. But it’s the best idea I’ve got. Otherwise I’m going to be spending the entire Christmas break with my extended family asking constant questions about my personal life, questions that I really cannot answer, and I’m right back to the “breaking a leg plan” just to get away from them.’
Dory tipped her head back and considered the ceiling for a while. On the one hand, this was clearly a very stupid idea. She’d watched the rom-coms. She knew how this ended – with everyone finding out about the deception in the most humiliating and public way possible, and hating her forever. But then, she had a few advantages over all those movie heroines.
1) She wasn’t in love with her boss, and there was absolutely no chance of her falling in love with her boss. She knew him too well.
2) Her boss wasn’t secretly in love with her, thank God. In fact, he seemed pretty taken with someone else.
3) She didn’t actually care if the Alexander family hated her. Hell, Felicia probably already did, despite only talking to her twice. Once again, probably the accent.
So, given those facts, what was she risking, really? And was spending New Year with her family – and keeping up the illusion of her perfect life in front of her nearest and dearest – worth the risk?
‘Do you promise that whatever happens I won’t lose my job?’ Dory asked.
‘Absolutely. You’re unexpectedly and inexplicably the best assistant I’ve ever had.’ Tyler looked too confused by the fact for her to take this as an actual compliment. ‘After the holidays, we’ll just decide that we’re better as friends, or we need to keep things professional, or something.’
Yeah, that sounded well thought out. But since the break-up would be his problem, as long as she still had her job at the end of it, Dory wasn’t too worried.
‘And you’ll fly me business class back home in time for New Year? And give me two weeks’ holiday there?’ May as well push the boat out, she figured.
Tyler raised an eyebrow. ‘If that’s what you want. Personally, two weeks seems far too long to spend with family, but who am I to question the English way? So you’ll do it? Spend three days with my family and faithfully swear to be the woman in the photos? And – this is important – not ask questions?’
Dory bit her lip. No questions? She didn’t like the sound of that. ‘No questions at all?’
‘Not if you want the trip.’
She should demand to know who the other woman was, why he couldn’t take her. But she really wanted to go home for New Year…
‘Do you snore?’
‘I said no questions.’
Dory sighed. ‘I’m in.’
***
Two days later, late afternoon on December 23
, Dory rolled her suitcase out of the lift – no, sorry Tyler, elevator – straight past her desk and into Tyler’s office. She’d negotiated the day off to prepare for the horrors ahead. But now it was nearly time to go and Tyler was still working.
He glanced up as she entered, but his attention went right back to his paperwork the moment he realised it was only her. That kind of attitude wasn’t going to convince anyone that he was madly in love with her. The man in that photo had looked considerably more besotted.
‘I’m guessing the perfect boyfriend act doesn’t start until we actually get there, then?’ she said, dropping into the chair opposite his desk. His suitcase was propped up against the wall in the corner of the office, which was something.
‘Mmmhmm.’ He didn’t even look up that time. How had the idiot ever got so many women to fall for him in the first place?
‘I’ve got the train times here,’ she told him. He worked on, oblivious. ‘Want me to try and reserve seats? Or just get tickets at the station?’
No response.
‘I’ll call a cab to Grand Central, shall I?’
Nothing. This did not bode well for the journey north.
She sighed. ‘So the chances of getting you to carry my suitcase out to the cab are—’
‘Slim.’ That wasn’t Tyler. The word came from the doorway, in a deeper, warmer, far more amused voice. A voice she recognised. Dory wondered how much Lucas had heard. Hopefully not the perfect boyfriend crack. She winced. She really was going to have to be more careful.
Tyler had jerked to attention the moment his brother spoke. Dory rolled her eyes. Of course he looked up now. ‘Lucas.’
Something about the way he said the name sounded off. But Dory didn’t dwell on it too long. Not when Lucas Alexander, the black sheep himself, was standing right behind her. Her curiosity had much better things to do than ponder about Tyler’s big brother issues.
Instead, she swivelled the chair around, plastered on her best ‘meet the family’ smile, and got gracefully to her feet. Well, mostly gracefully. She only had to grab the arm of the chair a little bit, and she didn’t think that Lucas noticed. Much.
‘Hi! I’m Dory,’ she said, letting go of the chair and wobbling forward. Probably the fault of the heels on her new knee-high boots. Because Lucas, though tall, broad, and smiling that same Alexander smile that had been plastered all over the Internet that week, wasn’t nearly as classically handsome as his brother, and she worked with Tyler five days a week without swooning even a little bit. Which wasn’t to say that Lucas wasn’t attractive, of course. Better looking than his photos, even. Just… with rougher edges than his younger brother.
Maybe it was the stubble.
‘So you’re who he’s bringing home to meet Mother.’ Lucas ran his eyes from her perfectly straightened and shiny hair, past her respectable yet stylish, seasonally green dress, to the aforementioned polished boots. Dory waited him out. She knew how to dress for a part. In the end, his gaze flicked over to Tyler instead, and she chalked a mental point up to her side. She wasn’t entirely sure what the competition was, yet, but there was no mistaking the challenge in Lucas’s gaze. What was it? she wondered. Checking to see if she was good enough for his brother? Or did he have his own suspicions about who Tyler was with the other night? Why else had he suddenly shown up here, when as far as she was aware, he was supposed to already be up at the family estate, dancing attendance on Felicia?
Tyler darted out from behind his desk at last, standing midway between her and Lucas, glancing between them, obviously caught off-guard by his brother’s arrival.
‘Lucas, this is Dorothea. My girlfriend.’ He didn’t even choke on the last couple of words. She was almost proud.
‘Dory,’ she corrected him.
The smile Tyler gave her was far more charming, more affectionate than she’d ever seen from him before. Apparently the perfect boyfriend act was on, at last.
‘Darling, you know I prefer your full name. Far more beautiful. Just like you.’
Yeah, they were screwed. Nobody was going to fall for this. Ever.
But in the doorway, Lucas merely rolled his eyes. ‘Well, if you two lovebirds are ready, we may as well get this show on the road.’
‘Show?’ Dory asked. ‘I was just about to call for a cab to the station…’
Lucas shook his head. ‘Not anymore. Mother decided there were far too many ways a train journey could get delayed, or even cancelled. So I’m driving us all up there. Together.’
***
Lucas didn’t wait to see the annoyance on his brother’s face. Bad enough he was being sent to play fetch because Mother’s insecurities, paranoia and control issues had reached a new height. He wasn’t pandering to his brother’s fragile ego too. He didn’t care who Tyler was dating, besides a fleeting thought that Mother would hate the heels on those boots. Lucas quite liked that thought and the way the boots clung to Dory’s calves, but beyond that he didn’t really care if she came for Christmas or not. Personally, Lucas wasn’t all that bothered about being there for Christmas himself. In and out, that was his plan. Stay just long enough to mollify Mother for another few months, then get the hell out of town, back to his real life. The one that didn’t involve the Alexander legacy anymore.
Except… the thing with the photos. Something about it felt off. Like Tyler was hiding something. And if there was a problem, Lucas really needed to get it fixed before their parents figured out what it was and used it as another excuse to try and drag Lucas back into the family business. He’d only got out in the first place because Tyler was there, ready and eager to step into the CEO role – and had already proved himself capable while Lucas was in the hospital. But Patrick Alexander believed in the proper way of doing things, and Lucas knew that not having his eldest son in charge of the company still rankled. Mostly because he kept telling him so. And if he got it into his head that Tyler was a liability to the family reputation…
Lucas shook the thought away. Tyler was fine. He had Dory to present to his parents and a few unfortunate photos would soon be forgotten. It would all be okay.
He just had to get through a two-hour drive north from New York on the busiest Friday of the year, with his brother and his latest flame in the car with him, then survive three days with his family.
Easy.
‘You guys ready to go?’ Lucas jangled the keys in his hand in the hope they’d get the hint. Getting out of Manhattan on the Friday before Christmas would be a nightmare as it was. If they waited much longer they were bound to catch the worst of the traffic.
‘Yeah. Yeah, sure,’ Tyler said, but he slid back behind his desk as he spoke. ‘I just need to…’ he trailed off as his gaze caught on the paperwork again.
Lucas gave Dory a meaningful glance. Surely this was girlfriend territory if ever he’d seen it.
She looked confused for a moment, but then she sighed. Stepping towards the desk on those ridiculous heels, she leant over, giving Lucas a stunning view of her ass. Blinding her boyfriend with cleavage to get her way, he supposed. He sighed. Aren’t you bored of that kind of girl yet, Tyler?
But then Dory grabbed the file in front of Tyler and, straightening up, flicked through it, then closed it. ‘This can wait until we get back. Mr Jenkins is away until the New Year now, anyway.’ She grabbed the next file in the stack. ‘This became irrelevant after yesterday’s late meeting, and this one I dealt with last week.’ Picking up the last two files on the desk she gave them a cursory glance and said, ‘If you’re very good, I might let you take these two with you. But you’re only allowed to work first thing in the morning, before any of your family gets up. Deal?’
Okay, maybe this was a different sort of girl.
‘But Dory,’ Tyler whined, but she cut him off.
‘No arguing. That’s the deal, okay? If I’m with your family, you’re with your family.’ She handed the permitted files across the desk to him. ‘Now let’s get going before we hit the traffic. Since we have such a considerate ride to your parents’ house.’
She turned back and beamed at Lucas then, but he didn’t smile back. He’d finally put his finger on what had been bothering him about Dory since he walked in. The accent. How had he not placed it before? After all, he’d heard it just a few days earlier.
‘You’re his assistant,’ he said. And there it was. The scandal that Tyler was hiding from their family-first, believer-in-good-old-fashioned-morals father.
Dory’s smile faltered, but only for a moment. Then she glared at Tyler. ‘Told you someone would notice.’
‘Lucas can keep a secret. Can’t you, bro?’ Tyler said.
Three days of keeping secrets from his parents. Just what he’d wanted from his brother for Christmas. ‘That’s why you were hiding her. Why the photos were such a big deal. Why you didn’t want to…’
‘Didn’t want to bring me home to meet the family,’ Dory finished for him when he trailed off awkwardly. ‘It’s okay. I know I’m not exactly the sort of girlfriend Tyler usually brings home. There’s the accent, apart from anything else.’
‘On the plus side, you seem much better at telling him what to do,’ Lucas offered, making her grin. She had a nice smile, he realised. Wide and bright and friendly. Which wouldn’t get her anywhere with Patrick and Felicia Alexander.
Then she scowled at Tyler. ‘I am. So get in the car, Alexander!’
Grabbing her own case, Dory headed for the lift again, but Lucas stopped her. ‘I’ll take that for you.’
He held out a hand and, after a moment’s pause, Dory let go of the handle and pushed the case towards him. ‘Nice to know one of you Alexander boys is a gentleman,’ she said, in a terrible impression of a Southern-belle drawl.
Tyler’s laugh was louder than Lucas thought it really needed to be. ‘Oh trust me,’ he said, ‘Lucas opted out of gentleman status two years ago. Besides, I’ve got my own case to carry.’ He held it up, as if to prove the point.
But Dory wasn’t looking at her boyfriend. She was looking at Lucas, and the curiosity on her face made him nervous.
‘And why was that, exactly?’ she asked. ‘Tyler never really talks about his family. Well, not as people, anyway.’
‘Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?’ Tyler asked, as Lucas headed for the lift, case in hand.
He knew what Dory meant, even if Tyler didn’t. To Tyler, the family was the Alexander Family and all the restaurants, charity and money that went with it, not the individuals who were born into it. It was sort of inevitable, he supposed. The reputation of the family, their success, had always been the measuring stick of their parents’ happiness and pride.
It had been Lucas’s, too, until two weeks in a hospital one fall taught him different.
Dory didn’t answer Tyler’s question, which he figured gave him permission not to answer hers, either. But he had a feeling it was going to be a long car journey.
***
Dory stared at the mud-smeared wheels and side of the four-wheel drive, looking utterly out of place parked in front of the Alexander Building offices.
‘I’m guessing you don’t live in the city, then?’ she said, as she followed Lucas and her suitcase around to the boot of the car. No, not boot. Trunk. One day, she’d get that right and someone would appear and announce her a true American, once and for all.
Tyler laughed. ‘City life is one of the many things Lucas has scorned over the last couple of years.’ Leaving his case by the back of the car, he went to climb into the passenger seat. Dory pulled a face. Great. Two hours in the back of the car would do nothing for the butterflies in her stomach. Chances were, she’d arrive at Midfield House and immediately vomit all over a poor, defenceless servant. Or worse, Felicia Alexander herself.
‘Hey, Tyler? In the back.’ Dory looked over at Lucas as he spoke, but he slammed the boot and climbed into the driver’s seat. Weirdly, it seemed like her fake boyfriend’s brother was on her side.
‘I’ve got longer legs,’ Tyler argued. ‘I need the room.’
‘I get car sick,’ Dory told him, yanking open the passenger-side door. ‘Trust me, we’re all going to be happier with me in the front.’
‘Fine.’ Looking sulkier than a billionaire businessman and heir to one of the most profitable family businesses in the country had any right to, Tyler clambered back out of the front seat and into the back.
‘Thank you, darling,’ Dory said, as sweetly as she could. Lucas smirked as she clipped on her seatbelt, waiting until she was settled before he started the engine.
Music blared out of the stereo, but Lucas made no move to turn down the volume. Dory ducked her head to hide her smile as Freddie Mercury belted out ‘Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy.’
But Lucas obviously saw it anyway. ‘You’re a Queen fan?’
‘My father is. He sings this song to my mother when he’s doing the ironing on a Sunday.’
‘Your father irons?’ Tyler asked, sticking his head between the front seats.
‘Your parents are still in Britain?’ Lucas asked at the same time.
Dory decided to answer the more sensible question. ‘Liverpool, yeah. I’m going back to see them over New Year.’ She couldn’t help the small glance back at Tyler as she spoke. He’d promised her the ticket as a present on Christmas morning at Midfield House. Until she had it in her hand, it still seemed impossible.
‘Liverpool,’ Lucas repeated. ‘The Beatles, yeah?’
‘Amongst other things.’
‘Like?’
Dory looked up at him. ‘Sorry?’
‘Like what other things?’ Lucas’s gaze flicked away from the road as he smiled at her, then back again as he pulled out into the busy traffic.
‘Um, the docks. Liverpool FC. The Liver building.’
‘The accent.’ Tyler’s inflection made it clear that wasn’t a compliment.
Dory glared at him between the seats. ‘You always said my accent was the first thing you fell for about me, darling.’
The pointed endearment obviously reminded him of their arrangement and he recovered quickly. ‘Yours isn’t true Liverpudlian anymore, honey. It’s mellowed. And on you, any accent would be beautiful.’
‘Hmm. Better.’ Dory settled back into her seat.
The stereo switched to ‘Crazy Little Thing Called Love’ and Tyler groaned.
‘Do we really have to listen to this?’ he asked. Dory and Lucas ignored him.
‘In about five miles he’s going to ask if we’re nearly there yet,’ Lucas told her. ‘And another five after that he’ll probably need a bathroom break.’
‘Trust me, I know,’ Dory said. ‘He’s dreadful in airports, too. Every time they call our flight he’s disappeared off to do something.’ Business trips with Tyler were a nightmare.
‘He’s even worse in cars,’ Lucas replied. ‘No in-flight entertainment.’
‘I’m sitting right here, you know,’ Tyler put in from the backseat. ‘Ears burning.’
‘I can’t imagine you taking a lot of family road trips as kids,’ Dory admitted. ‘I’d have imagined more private planes and first-class travel.’
‘Mostly, yeah,’ Lucas said. ‘But when we went away to school or came home for the holidays, our parents would send a car to get us. Tyler was always bored within the first twenty minutes.’
‘Not everyone can be entertained by staring out of a window at nothing,’ Tyler said. ‘And seriously. Can we put some talk radio on or something?’
‘Oh!’ Dory rummaged around in her handbag and pulled out her iPod. ‘I brought music!’
Lucas nodded at the car stereo. ‘Then put it on.’
Plugging the iPod into the adapter, Dory scrolled through to the right playlist then sat back and waited, trying not to smile too much. No point giving away the surprise too early.
As Cliff Richard sang about seasonal plants and alcohol, Tyler buried his face in his hands.
‘What, exactly, did I do to deserve this?’ he asked.
Lucas winced at the music. ‘Tyler, this is all your fault. Every last bit of it.’
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Sophie Pembroke
An English Girl in New YorkAs the snow starts to fall on Manhattan, PA Dory Mackenzie is a long way from home, far from the comforts and cheer of her cozy family Christmases back in Liverpool.So when her boss Tyler Alexander offers to pay her pricey ticket home for New Year, Dory just can’t say no… even if she has to pretend to be his girlfriend for the holidays!Tyler may be hiding the real reason he needs a girlfriend-of-convenience but that’s the least of Dory’s worries when she’s up against the disapproval of his high society mother, and the suspicions of his gorgeous older brother Lucas, the black sheep of the family.There’s no fooling Lucas, and it’s not just the truth he wants to get closer to… So before the bells have even rung out for Christmas day, Dory finds herself caught up in the Alexander family’s dramas – and sharing more than just a few kisses under the mistletoe!Lose yourself in this gorgeously romantic and heart-warming novella this holiday season.
The Kiss Before Christmas
Sophie Pembroke
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Copyright (#ud47eccd4-4642-5315-a707-3356afa1bca2)
Dedication (#ua3bc7e1d-2899-5b6e-b842-6d57b4f320f3)
Chapter 1 (#u41364c74-54b1-56d9-8b50-36c66a5e1bfa)
Chapter 2 (#ub8b9061e-239d-535b-82ba-cdfc89deb8f8)
Chapter 3 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Sophie Pembroke (#litres_trial_promo)
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For Charlotte.
I wouldn't be here without you.
Chapter 1 (#u3c23cfa0-e574-597a-bc3e-12d16ddf78f0)
Dorothea Mackenzie stared at the screen, willing the words to change. They didn’t. She tried blinking. Nope, still there, in all their guilt-trip-inducing glory.
My dearest Dory,
We went to choose the Christmas tree yesterday, sweetheart, but it wasn’t the same without you. I think Mum was a bit sad decorating it without any of you kids around, but Molly and Tim don’t get in until the 24
, and she didn’t want to leave it that late. She had ‘Lonely This Christmas’ playing on a loop. A call from you would definitely cheer her up – especially if you happened to mention your flight times (hint hint!). I can come and collect you from the airport any time on Christmas Eve, just let me know. I’ve not taken any taxi bookings the whole day, just in case.
Love and mulled wine
Dad x
A definite two-pronged attack. Clever. First mentioning Mum beingsad, which they all knew meant big eyes and deep sighs and very brave smiles, and which he knew Dory couldn’t stand. And then not taking any bookings on Christmas Eve, a night that promised time-and-a-half for a Liverpool cabbie, and usually some pretty good festive tips, too.
All this despite the fact she’d told him a month and a half ago she wouldn’t be home for Christmas. Hell, she’d already posted all their presents.
‘They’re bringing out the big guns now, then?’ Tyler said, reading over her shoulder in that way he knew she hated. ‘How are you going to get out of that one?’
Dory shifted her computer screen so he couldn’t see. There wasn’t a lot of point; she was pretty sure IT would send him up every email she’d ever received or sent if he asked. But it was the principle of the thing. ‘Aren’t bosses supposed to be less…’ She trailed off still in search of the right word to describe Tyler.
‘Charming? Handsome? Awesome?’ he guessed.
‘Intrusive.’
‘Hmm. And I thought assistants were supposed to be more fawning, generally.’ He wagged a finger at her, mock sternly. ‘Don’t think you can get away with anything, just because you’ve got that cute British accent thing going.’
Dory was starting to suspect that her accent was the only reason he’d hired her. It certainly wasn’t to fawn over him, since she’d made it painfully clear at the job interview that that wasn’t going to happen. In fact, the exact phrase she’d used was ‘I’m not the kind of assistant who fetches your dry-cleaning and straightens your tie. I’m the kind of assistant who makes your workload lighter.’
Dad always said she wasn’t great with subtle.
Of course, for the brief three-month period when she’d had an assistant of her own, back at her last job – her Dream Job – she hadn’t exactly been fawned over either. More insulted, actually.
Maybe her assistant hadn’t liked the accent. Liverpudlian was an acquired taste, Dory supposed.
‘Was there something you actually wanted?’ Dory asked. ‘A report that needs writing, or a meeting to set up?’
‘Yeah, I need you to pull up the publicity shots from that charity event in Washington D.C. last week. See what people are saying about the cause, the people involved, that sort of thing.’
‘You mean you want me to check that they caught your best side in the photos.’ She’d been Tyler’s assistant for six months now. She knew what really mattered to him, and it often had little to do with the multi-million-dollar restaurant chain he stood to inherit, or its subsidiaries – even if he was the CEO.
‘That too,’ he admitted with a grin. ‘Send them through when you’ve got them.’
He swept off back into his office and Dory turned to more important matters than whether or not Tyler’s eyes looked red in some photos surely no one really cared about. Like how to break it to Dad that she really, really wasn’t coming home for Christmas.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go back to good old Blighty. Her stomach rumbled at the very thought of Dad’s Christmas dinner and Mum’s mince pies. She was nostalgic about beating her siblings at Monopoly while they drank their way through a bucket of mulled wine until they all ended up writing each other IOUs for ridiculous sums of rent. She wanted a soggy Christmas-Day walk after the Queen’s speech and turkey sandwiches while watching the Doctor Who Christmas Special.
But she couldn’t.
Working for Tyler Alexander had a lot of perks, but unfortunately the pay wasn’t one of them. It paid the rent, got her invited to some pretty cool parties, and provided the entertainment of working with Tyler, scion of the Alexander family and generally fun guy to be around. But it didn’t stretch to holiday-period flights to the British Isles.
Of course, she couldn’t tell Dad that. Especially since her parents still believed she was working at the aforementioned Dream Job.
She should have told them by now. It wasn’t going to get any easier, after all. But she just hadn’t found quite the right way to break it to them yet. And yeah, okay, maybe a part of her was still hoping she’d get back the life she moved to the States for, before anybody back home noticed that she’d let it slip through her fingers. Dream job, devoted, successful and rich fiancé, Manhattan penthouse apartment… Now she shared a shoebox of a flat an hour’s commute away, put up with Tyler’s daily demands (while still refusing to deal with his wardrobe in any way) and didn’t even want to think about dating. And, as if that weren’t enough to make her miserable, she couldn’t go home for Christmas.
With a sigh, Dory pushed her chair up to the desk again and rested her hands on the keyboard. How was she going to do this?
She glanced at the office door. When in doubt, blame Tyler.
Dear Dad
I wish I was there to see the tree – send photos? And you know ‘Lonely this Christmas’ is Mum’s favourite. She’d be listening to it even if I was there. Which, unfortunately, I’m not going to be able to be. You know there’s nowhere else in the world I want to be on Christmas Day, but I’m afraid work is crazy and I can’t get the time off to even fly there and back and say hi at the airport! Maybe in the New Year…
She stopped. Things weren’t going to be any better in January, and there was no point pretending that they would.
Deleting the words, she clicked on to the Internet browser and brought up the travel website she used whenever Tyler needed to jet off somewhere at short notice. Typing ‘New York’ and ‘London’ into the starting point and destination fields, she held her breath while it did its magic.
When the price range appeared on the screen, she winced and closed the tab. No way. Even if she was willing to give up food and shelter for the foreseeable future, there wasn’t enough money in her bank account to get her halfway across the ocean.
Her hand drifted to the locked top drawer of her desk entirely of its own accord. It knew what she kept there, hoping that the lock and key would protect her from temptation. She kept it at work so she didn’t have it on hand in her weakest moments. Like late at night, watching QI repeats on her laptop with a large glass of wine, and feeling homesick.
In that drawer, tucked away behind her stationery supplies, was the emergency credit card her father had insisted she get before she’d left for New York with Ewen.
She’d never used it, but she knew the credit limit was high enough to get her a ticket home. She could use it, have a few days with friends and family, then return to New York with nobody any the wiser as to her current fall from perfection. It was an ideal solution – she’d keep up appearances and get to go home for Christmas.
Except she’d be paying off the trip for the rest of her life. And what would she do if there really was an emergency and she couldn’t pull out the magic credit card to get her home?
Sighing, Dory pulled her hand away from the drawer. Dad had a rule about credit cards, one he’d drummed into her repeatedly before she left for university, and on every visit thereafter.
It’s not an emergency unless someone is bleeding, or there’s a real chance of decapitation.
She could probably get away with a more general risk of death than decapitation but still, neither applied in this case. The only thing at risk was her pride. And perhaps her relationship with her parents.
If she asked, if she confessed all, she knew Mum and Dad would try and find a way to pay for her to go home, but they didn’t have the money any more than she did. And it would be a one-way trip. If she left New York, broke and desperate, she wouldn’t be coming back. And she wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
The phone rang in Tyler’s office – never a good sign. The only person who had Tyler’s direct line, and so didn’t have to come through Dory, was his mother. She’d tricked it out of his previous assistant, which might have been why the job suddenly became available. And now Tyler couldn’t change the number or his mother would know he was avoiding her.
Personally, Dory was just glad she didn’t have to take the calls.
Within moments, a message from Tyler flashed up on her screen. Get photos. Now!
Dory rolled her eyes. Classic avoidance tactic. She would go in there, needing to urgently speak to him about photos, of all things, and he could legitimately tell his mother he had to go because something had come up.
Pulling up the search engine, she typed Tyler’s name into the search box. Usually that was all it took to get the most recent articles and photos up. She’d narrow it down by venue and event if there were too many. But before she could click search, the phone rang.
‘Tyler Alexander’s office,’ Dory said. ‘How can I help you?’
‘Is my brother there?’ The voice was unfamiliar, even after six months of working for Tyler, but she could make an easy educated guess at its owner. Lucas Alexander. The black sheep.
‘I’m sorry Mr Alexander, Tyler is on the phone right now.’ What did he want? She supposed this was the time of year when estranged brothers might suddenly get in touch, if only to discuss what on earth to buy their mother – the original woman-who-has-everything – for Christmas.
‘Let me guess – our mother.’ He sounded almost amused. His voice was deeper than Tyler’s, richer somehow.
‘I believe it might be.’ Dory clicked search then, while it was working, opened a new tab and typed the name ‘Lucas Alexander’ into the search bar. Let’s see exactly who I’m talking to. ‘Do you want me to ask Tyler to patch you in on a conference call with them?’
‘God, no!’ As Lucas spoke, a series of images began to load on Dory’s screen, all several years old, and all gorgeous. Lucas Alexander in a suit, on his wedding day, in shorts and a t-shirt on some beach somewhere… and one, the most recent shot of him, two years ago, in a dark coat and sunglasses. She clicked on that one.
‘In that case, can I take a message?’ she asked. The new page loaded with the headline ‘Alexander Drop Out?’ Dory scrolled down. CEO of the Alexander Corporation and heir to the family fortune, Lucas Alexander last night sensationally stepped down from the company, amid rumours of his divorce from socialite Cheryl Franklin.
‘If she’s on the phone, then she’s already seen the photos. I take it Tyler hasn’t yet?’ Lucas said.
‘Photos?’ Dory guiltily clicked back to the tab with the photos she was supposed to be looking for. ‘Oh my.’
‘Yeah. Not exactly the public image my dad usually likes us to promote for the Corporation.’ Lucas sighed. ‘It’s going to be a long Christmas break. Look, tell him I tried to warn him, yeah?’
‘I will,’ Dory promised, eyes still glued to the screen and the phone still in her hand long after Lucas had hung up.
As the dial tone buzzed, she finally put it down. Get it together, Dory. She needed to figure out exactly what was going on here.
Okay, so to start with, those weren’t photos from the latest charity gala. Dory was pretty sure he’d never have his hand that far up a woman’s dress in front of the country’s foremost do-gooders. She squinted at the picture on the screen. Who was she? No one Dory recognised, although the lighting and the woman’s position made it hard to pick out much beyond dark hair and long legs. Which didn’t narrow it down much. Tyler had what you might call A Type. Every woman she’d ever seen him out with had dark hair and long legs.
Hell, she had dark hair and reasonably lengthy legs. It could be her, except she’d never get that up-close-and-personal with her boss. She liked a guy with a little more depth, thanks.
A guy unlike her ex, as it turned out.
Although, now she thought about it, while she’d seen Tyler with a variety of women on his arms over the last six months, she’d never seen him with the same one twice. And she’d never seen him look at one like he could barely stop himself touching her, cameras be damned.
Whoever the woman in these photos was, she mattered to him. And he really wasn’t going to like the world seeing that. Let alone his mother…
Dory clicked on the article that went with the photos, checking the date stamp and scanning the text. The usual words popped out – Alexander family scion, billionaire, most eligible – but this time her eye stopped and paid attention to the second paragraph.
Usually seen in public with exactly the right woman for the occasion, accessorising his charity galas, publicity events and even dinner invitations like he’d match his tie to his suit, Tyler Alexander has never been afraid to show off his companions. Which makes us wonder about this one! Who is she? Where did they meet? Why is he keeping her a secret? And – could it be because, at last, Tyler has found The One?
Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. He really wasn’t going to like this. Apart from anything else, it might give the girl expectations – something Tyler studiously tried to avoid.
She looked at the picture again. Maybe this one really was different, though. In which case he’d probably be up in arms about invasion of privacy. Some days, you really couldn’t win with Tyler.
Reluctantly, she emailed him the link, then waited. Not for very long, mind. Within a minute, there was a reply.
GET IN HERE NOW!
He was still on the phone to his mother, so Dory slipped through the door and sat very, very quietly in the visitor’s chair on the other side of his desk. The chances of him not noticing she was there were slim, especially since he’d ordered her in, but she figured it was worth a try. She took a moment to remind herself that this was not her fault. She hadn’t been on a date with a strange woman, or got caught. She hadn’t even been responsible for making the dinner reservation, since she hadn’t even known he’d gone. She was in no way responsible for this. It was important to remember this – these things had a tendency to become completely irrelevant when Tyler was in a snit and looking for someone to blame.
‘I can’t just… she might have plans, Mother.’ Tyler slumped back in his chair, his eyes closed. ‘Yes, we’ve talked about… I’m sure she’d…’ He sighed. Dory sympathised; getting a word in edgeways when talking to Felicia Alexander was clearly not easy. ‘Mother. I’ll ask her, okay? I don’t know what else you want me to do.’ Stupid question. Tyler went silent again as his mother presumably gave him a list. ‘Fine. I’ll ask. Goodbye, Mother.’
Throwing the phone at the desk, he reached up to rub his temples. Dory, more concerned about his mother eavesdropping on whatever conversation followed, picked up the receiver and put it back on the hook. Then she sat back and waited for the blame to fall.
‘How could you let them post that picture?’ Tyler pointed at her, eyes open and accusing now.
‘How could you let them take it?’ she countered. ‘And it’s a bit hard to pull photos of you I don’t even know exist, out with a woman I didn’t know you were dating, on an evening I didn’t even know you were out.’
After six months, he followed that ramble of thought without too much trouble. One of the reasons she liked working for him.
Tyler sighed. ‘Yeah, okay. I screwed up. It’s just…’
‘She matters to you?’ Dory guessed, when he paused.
A sharp, short nod was the only acknowledgement she got. ‘But she is not a woman I can take home to meet the family over the holidays.’
Why not? Dory didn’t ask, because making Tyler madder didn’t seem like a good to-do list item for the day, but she couldn’t help but come up with some answers on her own. Was she a prostitute? The daughter of a business rival? His ex? Or just someone who’d be deemed unsuitable by the Alexander family at large? That probably took up most of the population.
‘Your mother wants you to take her home to Midfield House for Christmas?’
Tyler groaned and nodded. ‘Apparently it’s the only socially acceptable thing to do after you appear in a compromising photo with a woman, and it’s plastered all over the Internet.’
‘Of course.’ Only Felicia Alexander would have a book of etiquette for this situation. Tyler always said that because the Alexanders were only old-ish money, with their first restaurant opened in the early twentieth century, rather than old nineteenth-century industrialist money, his mother always felt she had to be even more proper than proper. ‘So what’re you going to do?’
Dory leant forward, resting her elbows on his desk, and stared across at him. Tyler Alexander under pressure; often when he did his best work, she’d found.
But apparently not today. He sighed and rubbed a hand across his forehead. ‘Call my lawyer, I suppose. See if we can cut some sort of deal with the magazine in question before the pictures make it from online to print. Get them to take them down, maybe. Break a leg so I don’t have to go home for Christmas.’
He was joking, of course. Even if he didn’t look like it. But just in case… ‘Don’t say that. It’ll be your own fault if you slip on the pavement on the way to catch a cab to the train station.’
‘Sidewalk,’ Tyler corrected her. Dory sighed. He was determined to make her a real American, one colloquialism at a time.
‘Besides, home is where you’re supposed to be for the holidays. Holidays are for family.’
Tyler’s gaze jerked up to meet hers. ‘You’re not going home,’ he pointed out.
Dory sank backwards with a sigh, thinking of the email she still had to send to Dad. ‘I would if I could. It’s just… not possible.’
‘Because…?’
‘Because you don’t pay me enough,’ she said, smirking at him. It was a familiar argument. Of course, the truth was, even a hefty pay rise would be swallowed up by frivolous expenses like food and heating. Basic living expenses were extreme in New York. She’d thought, coming from London, she’d be used to it. But in London she’d had the ex to share the bills with. Of course, she’d thought she’d be sharing with him in New York, too…
‘What if I could arrange for you to go home for New Year?’ Tyler asked. The gleam in his eye told her there’d be a catch, but the surge of excitement that coursed through her overwhelmed any caution.
‘Really? That would be… God, that would be fantastic.’ It wasn’t Christmas, of course, but it was a damn sight better than nothing. Her parents might even still be speaking to her by the time she got there if she could mollify them with a trip home at the end of the month.
‘I’ll book you a ticket,’ Tyler promised, smiling beatifically. ‘If you spend Christmas with my family.’
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Dory froze. ‘Wait. What?’
‘Spend Christmas up at the family estate with me, and I’ll arrange for you to go home for New Year,’ Tyler said. ‘It’s pretty straightforward, Dory.’
No it wasn’t. Because she’d spotted the catch. ‘Spend Christmas with you in what capacity, exactly?’
He must have heard the suspicion in her voice, because he winced. ‘As my fake girlfriend.’
Not just a catch. A ginormous, all-encompassing Catch with a capital C. ‘Not a chance.’
‘You haven’t heard the whole plan. At least hear me out,’ Tyler said, holding up his hands. ‘Besides, weren’t you the one who said that holidays are for family?’
‘I didn’t mean yours!’
‘Better than being stuck here in a strange city, all alone…’
‘I’m not completely sure of that.’ Spending Christmas with the Alexander family seemed infinitely more intimidating. They probably wore tuxes for dinner every single night. Dory had mastered the whole which-cutlery-to-use-first thing when she dated the son of an MP at university, but beyond that? She’d be lost. And they probably wouldn’t let her illegally stream Doctor Who on Christmas Day, either.
‘Come on, Dory.’ He was using his persuasive voice now. Never a good sign. ‘Think about it. You get a luxury, catered Christmas break, followed by an all-expenses-paid trip back home for New Year. And all you have to do is look adoringly at me for a few days.’
‘They’ll never buy it,’ she said. ‘Your mother has spoken to me on the phone. She’ll recognise my voice.’ Not to mention Lucas. She knew she’d recognise his voice again anywhere. She’d be kind of disappointed if he didn’t recognise hers.
‘She’s spoken to you precisely twice,’ Tyler said. ‘I don’t think she pays that much attention to my assistants.’
‘Still. Do you really think they’ll believe that you’re dating…’ She paused. Why wouldn’t they? She was young, attractive, exactly his type and, most importantly, awesome. ‘Do you really think they’ll believe I’d date you?’
Tyler laughed, a deep, belly laugh. At least she’d managed to cheer him up. ‘Bear in mind, they think I’m hiding my girlfriend from them.’
‘Which you are.’
‘So they have to imagine there’d be a reason.’
‘Like… me being British?’ If he seriously wanted her to consider this proposition, he had to admit all the reasons it probably wouldn’t work. Of which, her nationality was the least important. She wasn’t part of his society, part of his world. That was the part no one was going to believe.
‘Like you being my assistant.’
Ah, yes. That. Dory winced. ‘So, we’re going to tell them that?’
Tyler’s gaze slid away from hers. ‘Maybe, maybe not. But if they figure it out… it’s plausible as a story, anyway.’
‘Wouldn’t it be easier just to take your actual girlfriend?’
‘Believe it or not, no.’ Tyler looked suddenly tired. ‘Look, I know it’s probably a disaster waiting to happen. But it’s the best idea I’ve got. Otherwise I’m going to be spending the entire Christmas break with my extended family asking constant questions about my personal life, questions that I really cannot answer, and I’m right back to the “breaking a leg plan” just to get away from them.’
Dory tipped her head back and considered the ceiling for a while. On the one hand, this was clearly a very stupid idea. She’d watched the rom-coms. She knew how this ended – with everyone finding out about the deception in the most humiliating and public way possible, and hating her forever. But then, she had a few advantages over all those movie heroines.
1) She wasn’t in love with her boss, and there was absolutely no chance of her falling in love with her boss. She knew him too well.
2) Her boss wasn’t secretly in love with her, thank God. In fact, he seemed pretty taken with someone else.
3) She didn’t actually care if the Alexander family hated her. Hell, Felicia probably already did, despite only talking to her twice. Once again, probably the accent.
So, given those facts, what was she risking, really? And was spending New Year with her family – and keeping up the illusion of her perfect life in front of her nearest and dearest – worth the risk?
‘Do you promise that whatever happens I won’t lose my job?’ Dory asked.
‘Absolutely. You’re unexpectedly and inexplicably the best assistant I’ve ever had.’ Tyler looked too confused by the fact for her to take this as an actual compliment. ‘After the holidays, we’ll just decide that we’re better as friends, or we need to keep things professional, or something.’
Yeah, that sounded well thought out. But since the break-up would be his problem, as long as she still had her job at the end of it, Dory wasn’t too worried.
‘And you’ll fly me business class back home in time for New Year? And give me two weeks’ holiday there?’ May as well push the boat out, she figured.
Tyler raised an eyebrow. ‘If that’s what you want. Personally, two weeks seems far too long to spend with family, but who am I to question the English way? So you’ll do it? Spend three days with my family and faithfully swear to be the woman in the photos? And – this is important – not ask questions?’
Dory bit her lip. No questions? She didn’t like the sound of that. ‘No questions at all?’
‘Not if you want the trip.’
She should demand to know who the other woman was, why he couldn’t take her. But she really wanted to go home for New Year…
‘Do you snore?’
‘I said no questions.’
Dory sighed. ‘I’m in.’
***
Two days later, late afternoon on December 23
, Dory rolled her suitcase out of the lift – no, sorry Tyler, elevator – straight past her desk and into Tyler’s office. She’d negotiated the day off to prepare for the horrors ahead. But now it was nearly time to go and Tyler was still working.
He glanced up as she entered, but his attention went right back to his paperwork the moment he realised it was only her. That kind of attitude wasn’t going to convince anyone that he was madly in love with her. The man in that photo had looked considerably more besotted.
‘I’m guessing the perfect boyfriend act doesn’t start until we actually get there, then?’ she said, dropping into the chair opposite his desk. His suitcase was propped up against the wall in the corner of the office, which was something.
‘Mmmhmm.’ He didn’t even look up that time. How had the idiot ever got so many women to fall for him in the first place?
‘I’ve got the train times here,’ she told him. He worked on, oblivious. ‘Want me to try and reserve seats? Or just get tickets at the station?’
No response.
‘I’ll call a cab to Grand Central, shall I?’
Nothing. This did not bode well for the journey north.
She sighed. ‘So the chances of getting you to carry my suitcase out to the cab are—’
‘Slim.’ That wasn’t Tyler. The word came from the doorway, in a deeper, warmer, far more amused voice. A voice she recognised. Dory wondered how much Lucas had heard. Hopefully not the perfect boyfriend crack. She winced. She really was going to have to be more careful.
Tyler had jerked to attention the moment his brother spoke. Dory rolled her eyes. Of course he looked up now. ‘Lucas.’
Something about the way he said the name sounded off. But Dory didn’t dwell on it too long. Not when Lucas Alexander, the black sheep himself, was standing right behind her. Her curiosity had much better things to do than ponder about Tyler’s big brother issues.
Instead, she swivelled the chair around, plastered on her best ‘meet the family’ smile, and got gracefully to her feet. Well, mostly gracefully. She only had to grab the arm of the chair a little bit, and she didn’t think that Lucas noticed. Much.
‘Hi! I’m Dory,’ she said, letting go of the chair and wobbling forward. Probably the fault of the heels on her new knee-high boots. Because Lucas, though tall, broad, and smiling that same Alexander smile that had been plastered all over the Internet that week, wasn’t nearly as classically handsome as his brother, and she worked with Tyler five days a week without swooning even a little bit. Which wasn’t to say that Lucas wasn’t attractive, of course. Better looking than his photos, even. Just… with rougher edges than his younger brother.
Maybe it was the stubble.
‘So you’re who he’s bringing home to meet Mother.’ Lucas ran his eyes from her perfectly straightened and shiny hair, past her respectable yet stylish, seasonally green dress, to the aforementioned polished boots. Dory waited him out. She knew how to dress for a part. In the end, his gaze flicked over to Tyler instead, and she chalked a mental point up to her side. She wasn’t entirely sure what the competition was, yet, but there was no mistaking the challenge in Lucas’s gaze. What was it? she wondered. Checking to see if she was good enough for his brother? Or did he have his own suspicions about who Tyler was with the other night? Why else had he suddenly shown up here, when as far as she was aware, he was supposed to already be up at the family estate, dancing attendance on Felicia?
Tyler darted out from behind his desk at last, standing midway between her and Lucas, glancing between them, obviously caught off-guard by his brother’s arrival.
‘Lucas, this is Dorothea. My girlfriend.’ He didn’t even choke on the last couple of words. She was almost proud.
‘Dory,’ she corrected him.
The smile Tyler gave her was far more charming, more affectionate than she’d ever seen from him before. Apparently the perfect boyfriend act was on, at last.
‘Darling, you know I prefer your full name. Far more beautiful. Just like you.’
Yeah, they were screwed. Nobody was going to fall for this. Ever.
But in the doorway, Lucas merely rolled his eyes. ‘Well, if you two lovebirds are ready, we may as well get this show on the road.’
‘Show?’ Dory asked. ‘I was just about to call for a cab to the station…’
Lucas shook his head. ‘Not anymore. Mother decided there were far too many ways a train journey could get delayed, or even cancelled. So I’m driving us all up there. Together.’
***
Lucas didn’t wait to see the annoyance on his brother’s face. Bad enough he was being sent to play fetch because Mother’s insecurities, paranoia and control issues had reached a new height. He wasn’t pandering to his brother’s fragile ego too. He didn’t care who Tyler was dating, besides a fleeting thought that Mother would hate the heels on those boots. Lucas quite liked that thought and the way the boots clung to Dory’s calves, but beyond that he didn’t really care if she came for Christmas or not. Personally, Lucas wasn’t all that bothered about being there for Christmas himself. In and out, that was his plan. Stay just long enough to mollify Mother for another few months, then get the hell out of town, back to his real life. The one that didn’t involve the Alexander legacy anymore.
Except… the thing with the photos. Something about it felt off. Like Tyler was hiding something. And if there was a problem, Lucas really needed to get it fixed before their parents figured out what it was and used it as another excuse to try and drag Lucas back into the family business. He’d only got out in the first place because Tyler was there, ready and eager to step into the CEO role – and had already proved himself capable while Lucas was in the hospital. But Patrick Alexander believed in the proper way of doing things, and Lucas knew that not having his eldest son in charge of the company still rankled. Mostly because he kept telling him so. And if he got it into his head that Tyler was a liability to the family reputation…
Lucas shook the thought away. Tyler was fine. He had Dory to present to his parents and a few unfortunate photos would soon be forgotten. It would all be okay.
He just had to get through a two-hour drive north from New York on the busiest Friday of the year, with his brother and his latest flame in the car with him, then survive three days with his family.
Easy.
‘You guys ready to go?’ Lucas jangled the keys in his hand in the hope they’d get the hint. Getting out of Manhattan on the Friday before Christmas would be a nightmare as it was. If they waited much longer they were bound to catch the worst of the traffic.
‘Yeah. Yeah, sure,’ Tyler said, but he slid back behind his desk as he spoke. ‘I just need to…’ he trailed off as his gaze caught on the paperwork again.
Lucas gave Dory a meaningful glance. Surely this was girlfriend territory if ever he’d seen it.
She looked confused for a moment, but then she sighed. Stepping towards the desk on those ridiculous heels, she leant over, giving Lucas a stunning view of her ass. Blinding her boyfriend with cleavage to get her way, he supposed. He sighed. Aren’t you bored of that kind of girl yet, Tyler?
But then Dory grabbed the file in front of Tyler and, straightening up, flicked through it, then closed it. ‘This can wait until we get back. Mr Jenkins is away until the New Year now, anyway.’ She grabbed the next file in the stack. ‘This became irrelevant after yesterday’s late meeting, and this one I dealt with last week.’ Picking up the last two files on the desk she gave them a cursory glance and said, ‘If you’re very good, I might let you take these two with you. But you’re only allowed to work first thing in the morning, before any of your family gets up. Deal?’
Okay, maybe this was a different sort of girl.
‘But Dory,’ Tyler whined, but she cut him off.
‘No arguing. That’s the deal, okay? If I’m with your family, you’re with your family.’ She handed the permitted files across the desk to him. ‘Now let’s get going before we hit the traffic. Since we have such a considerate ride to your parents’ house.’
She turned back and beamed at Lucas then, but he didn’t smile back. He’d finally put his finger on what had been bothering him about Dory since he walked in. The accent. How had he not placed it before? After all, he’d heard it just a few days earlier.
‘You’re his assistant,’ he said. And there it was. The scandal that Tyler was hiding from their family-first, believer-in-good-old-fashioned-morals father.
Dory’s smile faltered, but only for a moment. Then she glared at Tyler. ‘Told you someone would notice.’
‘Lucas can keep a secret. Can’t you, bro?’ Tyler said.
Three days of keeping secrets from his parents. Just what he’d wanted from his brother for Christmas. ‘That’s why you were hiding her. Why the photos were such a big deal. Why you didn’t want to…’
‘Didn’t want to bring me home to meet the family,’ Dory finished for him when he trailed off awkwardly. ‘It’s okay. I know I’m not exactly the sort of girlfriend Tyler usually brings home. There’s the accent, apart from anything else.’
‘On the plus side, you seem much better at telling him what to do,’ Lucas offered, making her grin. She had a nice smile, he realised. Wide and bright and friendly. Which wouldn’t get her anywhere with Patrick and Felicia Alexander.
Then she scowled at Tyler. ‘I am. So get in the car, Alexander!’
Grabbing her own case, Dory headed for the lift again, but Lucas stopped her. ‘I’ll take that for you.’
He held out a hand and, after a moment’s pause, Dory let go of the handle and pushed the case towards him. ‘Nice to know one of you Alexander boys is a gentleman,’ she said, in a terrible impression of a Southern-belle drawl.
Tyler’s laugh was louder than Lucas thought it really needed to be. ‘Oh trust me,’ he said, ‘Lucas opted out of gentleman status two years ago. Besides, I’ve got my own case to carry.’ He held it up, as if to prove the point.
But Dory wasn’t looking at her boyfriend. She was looking at Lucas, and the curiosity on her face made him nervous.
‘And why was that, exactly?’ she asked. ‘Tyler never really talks about his family. Well, not as people, anyway.’
‘Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?’ Tyler asked, as Lucas headed for the lift, case in hand.
He knew what Dory meant, even if Tyler didn’t. To Tyler, the family was the Alexander Family and all the restaurants, charity and money that went with it, not the individuals who were born into it. It was sort of inevitable, he supposed. The reputation of the family, their success, had always been the measuring stick of their parents’ happiness and pride.
It had been Lucas’s, too, until two weeks in a hospital one fall taught him different.
Dory didn’t answer Tyler’s question, which he figured gave him permission not to answer hers, either. But he had a feeling it was going to be a long car journey.
***
Dory stared at the mud-smeared wheels and side of the four-wheel drive, looking utterly out of place parked in front of the Alexander Building offices.
‘I’m guessing you don’t live in the city, then?’ she said, as she followed Lucas and her suitcase around to the boot of the car. No, not boot. Trunk. One day, she’d get that right and someone would appear and announce her a true American, once and for all.
Tyler laughed. ‘City life is one of the many things Lucas has scorned over the last couple of years.’ Leaving his case by the back of the car, he went to climb into the passenger seat. Dory pulled a face. Great. Two hours in the back of the car would do nothing for the butterflies in her stomach. Chances were, she’d arrive at Midfield House and immediately vomit all over a poor, defenceless servant. Or worse, Felicia Alexander herself.
‘Hey, Tyler? In the back.’ Dory looked over at Lucas as he spoke, but he slammed the boot and climbed into the driver’s seat. Weirdly, it seemed like her fake boyfriend’s brother was on her side.
‘I’ve got longer legs,’ Tyler argued. ‘I need the room.’
‘I get car sick,’ Dory told him, yanking open the passenger-side door. ‘Trust me, we’re all going to be happier with me in the front.’
‘Fine.’ Looking sulkier than a billionaire businessman and heir to one of the most profitable family businesses in the country had any right to, Tyler clambered back out of the front seat and into the back.
‘Thank you, darling,’ Dory said, as sweetly as she could. Lucas smirked as she clipped on her seatbelt, waiting until she was settled before he started the engine.
Music blared out of the stereo, but Lucas made no move to turn down the volume. Dory ducked her head to hide her smile as Freddie Mercury belted out ‘Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy.’
But Lucas obviously saw it anyway. ‘You’re a Queen fan?’
‘My father is. He sings this song to my mother when he’s doing the ironing on a Sunday.’
‘Your father irons?’ Tyler asked, sticking his head between the front seats.
‘Your parents are still in Britain?’ Lucas asked at the same time.
Dory decided to answer the more sensible question. ‘Liverpool, yeah. I’m going back to see them over New Year.’ She couldn’t help the small glance back at Tyler as she spoke. He’d promised her the ticket as a present on Christmas morning at Midfield House. Until she had it in her hand, it still seemed impossible.
‘Liverpool,’ Lucas repeated. ‘The Beatles, yeah?’
‘Amongst other things.’
‘Like?’
Dory looked up at him. ‘Sorry?’
‘Like what other things?’ Lucas’s gaze flicked away from the road as he smiled at her, then back again as he pulled out into the busy traffic.
‘Um, the docks. Liverpool FC. The Liver building.’
‘The accent.’ Tyler’s inflection made it clear that wasn’t a compliment.
Dory glared at him between the seats. ‘You always said my accent was the first thing you fell for about me, darling.’
The pointed endearment obviously reminded him of their arrangement and he recovered quickly. ‘Yours isn’t true Liverpudlian anymore, honey. It’s mellowed. And on you, any accent would be beautiful.’
‘Hmm. Better.’ Dory settled back into her seat.
The stereo switched to ‘Crazy Little Thing Called Love’ and Tyler groaned.
‘Do we really have to listen to this?’ he asked. Dory and Lucas ignored him.
‘In about five miles he’s going to ask if we’re nearly there yet,’ Lucas told her. ‘And another five after that he’ll probably need a bathroom break.’
‘Trust me, I know,’ Dory said. ‘He’s dreadful in airports, too. Every time they call our flight he’s disappeared off to do something.’ Business trips with Tyler were a nightmare.
‘He’s even worse in cars,’ Lucas replied. ‘No in-flight entertainment.’
‘I’m sitting right here, you know,’ Tyler put in from the backseat. ‘Ears burning.’
‘I can’t imagine you taking a lot of family road trips as kids,’ Dory admitted. ‘I’d have imagined more private planes and first-class travel.’
‘Mostly, yeah,’ Lucas said. ‘But when we went away to school or came home for the holidays, our parents would send a car to get us. Tyler was always bored within the first twenty minutes.’
‘Not everyone can be entertained by staring out of a window at nothing,’ Tyler said. ‘And seriously. Can we put some talk radio on or something?’
‘Oh!’ Dory rummaged around in her handbag and pulled out her iPod. ‘I brought music!’
Lucas nodded at the car stereo. ‘Then put it on.’
Plugging the iPod into the adapter, Dory scrolled through to the right playlist then sat back and waited, trying not to smile too much. No point giving away the surprise too early.
As Cliff Richard sang about seasonal plants and alcohol, Tyler buried his face in his hands.
‘What, exactly, did I do to deserve this?’ he asked.
Lucas winced at the music. ‘Tyler, this is all your fault. Every last bit of it.’
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Sophie Pembroke
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Дата публикации: 28.04.2024
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О книге: An English Girl in New YorkAs the snow starts to fall on Manhattan, PA Dory Mackenzie is a long way from home, far from the comforts and cheer of her cozy family Christmases back in Liverpool.So when her boss Tyler Alexander offers to pay her pricey ticket home for New Year, Dory just can’t say no… even if she has to pretend to be his girlfriend for the holidays!Tyler may be hiding the real reason he needs a girlfriend-of-convenience but that’s the least of Dory’s worries when she’s up against the disapproval of his high society mother, and the suspicions of his gorgeous older brother Lucas, the black sheep of the family.There’s no fooling Lucas, and it’s not just the truth he wants to get closer to… So before the bells have even rung out for Christmas day, Dory finds herself caught up in the Alexander family’s dramas – and sharing more than just a few kisses under the mistletoe!Lose yourself in this gorgeously romantic and heart-warming novella this holiday season.