pregnancy tears.
He cleared his own throat, dropped a kiss in my hair, and put his arm around me.
I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Suddenly, things didnât seem so bad. Dr Bairstow would frown at me but Iâd survive that. Elspeth Grey and Ian Guthrie would work something out. With luck, Helen would never know it was me who had inadvertently poisoned Markham.
And it was Christmas. It was snowing. St Maryâs smelled of good food. All my historians were home safe and sound, and I was here with Leon.
Sometimes â every now and then â there are moments of stillness. When nothing moves. When there is a sudden realisation of absolute happiness. A small, still moment to be remembered and cherished.
I burrowed deeper into his arms, enjoying his solid warmth. âSo, apart from all that, how was your day?â
âWell, someone hooked up the security monitors to every set of fairy lights in the northern hemisphere and rigged the whole lot to blow the main fuse and set off the fire alarms â¦â
I tutted at such misbehaviour.
âSomeone else shoved half a ton of wet linen into a locker in my pod and it stinks to high heaven.â
I chirped sympathetically.
âMy pod is filthy and reeks of people who havenât showered for a very long time.â
I indicated my astonishment.
âAnd some buggerâs pinched my last can of WD40, but other than that â¦â
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year from everyone at St Maryâs
Jodi Taylor
For more information about Jodi Taylor
and other Accent Press titles
please visit
www.accentpress.co.uk
Published by Accent Press Ltd 2015
ISBN 9781786151605
Copyright © Jodi Taylor 2015
The right of Jodi Taylor to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
The story contained within this book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authorâs imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Accent Press Ltd, Ty Cynon House, Navigation Park, Abercynon, CF45 4SN
He cleared his own throat, dropped a kiss in my hair, and put his arm around me.
I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Suddenly, things didnât seem so bad. Dr Bairstow would frown at me but Iâd survive that. Elspeth Grey and Ian Guthrie would work something out. With luck, Helen would never know it was me who had inadvertently poisoned Markham.
And it was Christmas. It was snowing. St Maryâs smelled of good food. All my historians were home safe and sound, and I was here with Leon.
Sometimes â every now and then â there are moments of stillness. When nothing moves. When there is a sudden realisation of absolute happiness. A small, still moment to be remembered and cherished.
I burrowed deeper into his arms, enjoying his solid warmth. âSo, apart from all that, how was your day?â
âWell, someone hooked up the security monitors to every set of fairy lights in the northern hemisphere and rigged the whole lot to blow the main fuse and set off the fire alarms â¦â
I tutted at such misbehaviour.
âSomeone else shoved half a ton of wet linen into a locker in my pod and it stinks to high heaven.â
I chirped sympathetically.
âMy pod is filthy and reeks of people who havenât showered for a very long time.â
I indicated my astonishment.
âAnd some buggerâs pinched my last can of WD40, but other than that â¦â
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year from everyone at St Maryâs
Jodi Taylor
For more information about Jodi Taylor
and other Accent Press titles
please visit
www.accentpress.co.uk
Published by Accent Press Ltd 2015
ISBN 9781786151605
Copyright © Jodi Taylor 2015
The right of Jodi Taylor to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
The story contained within this book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authorâs imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Accent Press Ltd, Ty Cynon House, Navigation Park, Abercynon, CF45 4SN
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