Back Underneath the Christmas Tree
Chapters (36)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Heidi Swain
  3. Title Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Acknowledgements
  34. More from the Author
  35. About the Author
  36. Also by Heidi Swain

That wasn’t very likely because I’d never really socialised with anyone in the village. Wynter’s Trees was located too far out to make it possible for my teenage self to get to the beach without parental assistance and given that the Chevy was Dad’s favoured mode of transport, I preferred to stay at home, rather than draw the extra unwelcome attention. I hadn’t passed my driving test until a few weeks before I left for university, by which time it was too late to form lasting local friendships.

‘I don’t think I will, but thanks for the offer,’ I said. ‘I’m still feeling washed out from the hectic term, so I’m going to have another early night.’

‘Fair enough,’ said Ned. ‘As long as you’re sure?’

‘I am.’

‘I was hoping to have the chance to tell you a bit more about my plans for the huts before I went,’ he added, glancing over at the clock. ‘But I’ve offered to help set up and if I don’t get a move on, I’ll be late. If you did come, I could tell you on the way.’

‘There’s no need,’ I told him. ‘It’s fine.’

‘But I don’t want you thinking…’

‘I don’t think anything,’ I cut in, waving his words away. ‘Honestly.’

‘Hang on,’ he laughed. ‘You don’t know what I’m going to say yet.’

‘Yes, I do.’ I smiled back, because I found it impossible not to when he looked so amused. ‘You were going to say you don’t want me thinking that you’re going to fill the huts with mass-produced plastic crap.’

He shook his head.

‘Weren’t you?’

‘Yes,’ he admitted. ‘Well, something like that.’

‘Well, I don’t think that,’ I insisted. ‘Especially not since you set me straight so quickly. In fact, I’m looking forward to seeing the huts set up and stocked. And I’m looking forward to meeting these small business owners you’re so keen to help out too.’

The words flowed out and rather took me by surprise. I put them down to my desire to see the business continuing to thrive and looking like an even more irresistible prospect.

‘Well, that’s great,’ said Ned, scratching his head.

I got the impression that he had been expecting more of a battle than an easy ride.

‘In that case, I’ll get ready and go,’ he carried on. ‘And I’ll shut Bandit in the utility room before I leave. That way you might get an undisturbed night. You’re sure you don’t want to come? Some of the people who will be selling from the huts are bound to be there.’

‘No, it’s okay,’ I reiterated. ‘I need some sleep, but thanks for asking.’