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  1. THE CORNISH CREAM TEA CHRISTMAS
  2. PART TWO
  3. Let Jingle Buns Ring!
  4. Cressida McLaughlin
  5. Copyright
  6. Dedication
  7. Part Two
  8. Let Jingle Buns Ring!
  9. Chapter One
  10. Chapter Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Chapter Five
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Eight
  17. Acknowledgements
  18. Cressy’s Christmas away from home …
  19. Keep Reading …
  20. Also by Cressida McLaughlin
  21. About the Author
  22. Also by Cressida McLaughlin
  23. About the Publisher

‘Oh yes,’ she said enthusiastically. ‘He’s been really good to work with. Knowledgeable and encouraging.’

‘That’s great to hear. I’m pleased with what you’ve done, Hannah. Keep up the good work.’

Once the call was over, Hannah allowed herself a glimmer of excitement. Of course, she couldn’t extend her stay at the hotel if there weren’t any rooms available: she was only booked in until tomorrow.

‘Do you know where Daniel is?’ she asked Chloe on reception, just as the phone rang.

‘He’s in his office. Hold on a second while I answer this, and I’ll get him for you.’

‘Thanks.’

Hannah stared at the screens embedded in the walls, showing all the delectable things on offer at Crystal Waters: the views, the spa treatments, the food and the luxurious bedrooms, while Chloe dealt with a customer who, it was clear from the bits of conversation Hannah could hear, was cancelling their booking due to the railway collapse. Chloe was the epitome of professionalism, but her shoulders sagged as she tapped at the keyboard, commiserating with the guest and suggesting they rebook sometime in the New Year.

‘Right, sorry about that,’ she said, once the call was over. ‘Let me get Daniel.’

‘Have you had lots of people cancel?’ Hannah asked.

‘A few. It’s understandable with what’s happened at Dawlish, and I think some of our guests are reluctant to travel when it’s like this. It’s something we have to face in the winter, but I can’t remember the last time we had a storm this bad. Daniel’s worried the power will be cut off.’ She disappeared through a door behind the desk, and reappeared with him in tow.

‘Hannah, hi, how are you?’ He had dark smudges beneath his eyes, but the smile he gave her seemed genuine.

‘I’ve had a change of plan, because of what’s happening with the trains.’

His smile was replaced by concern. ‘How are you planning on getting home?’

‘I’ve spoken to Gerald, and we’ve decided I should stay on for a few days, until the storm dies down and the trip home is easier. But I wanted to check if I can extend my stay? Gerald said to put it on our account.’

‘Absolutely,’ Daniel said. ‘We’re getting cancellations for the same reason. Please stay as long as you like.’

‘Thank you.’ She grinned. ‘How’s everything here? Are Charlie and the dogs OK?’

‘They’re fine. Charlie’s at home, but she’ll be here later.’

‘Any luck with finding out about Spirit?’

Daniel shook his head. ‘I’ve sent an email to my local contacts to see if anyone’s aware of a missing dog, but no luck so far. He’s going to be with us until the storm passes, at the very least. Noah’s happy to keep an eye on him, and he’s already confirmed he’ll be staying another night, which is only sensible.’

Hannah’s heart lifted at the news. So he’d meant it about not driving back to Mousehole right away. ‘Another happy captive,’ she said, and Daniel laughed. ‘Thanks again, Daniel. I’ll see you later.’