Page 251 of Santa Daddies
Yep. Soup and toast.
Anson:
Good girl.
Even reading those words for a second time sent a shiver running down her spine.
Who knew she’d like being called a good girl so much?
Anson:
I want you to get a good night’s sleep. Message me in the morning.
He was extremely bossy and she never thought she’d want a bossy man after George. But like she’d told Anson, he was nothing like her ex-husband.
Shoot. She still didn’t think she could sleep yet.
But instead of sitting here in bed, scaring herself, she could get up and do something productive.
Grabbing her laptop, she settled into bed and started to write.
A couple of hours later, she stopped to stretch and became aware that she was shivering. Shoot. How had she not noticedthat? When she started writing, sometimes she stopped taking notice of everything around her.
It was kind of cold, though. She’d put some firewood on the fire before bed but when she walked out into the living room, she saw that it had gone out.
Drat.
Oh, well, she’d just turn up the heat.
But as she looked at the thermostat, she wondered if there was something wrong because it was on a really high setting. With a sigh, she cranked it up higher. Maybe a bath would help warm her up?
And relax her.
Heading into the bathroom, she filled the tub up. She wished she’d thought to get bubble bath.
She stuck her hand in the water. Why wasn’t it hot? What the heck was going on?
Turning off the taps with a frown, Alice checked the time on her phone. It was two in the morning.
Still shivering, she headed back into the living room. How hard could it be to start a fire? Twenty minutes later, she sat back in defeat. This was ridiculous. She looked at her phone and the video that was meant to be a dummy’s guide to lighting a fire.
Only this dummy couldn’t make it work.
Sighing, she rubbed her aching forehead and tried to fight off George’s words that were attempting to infiltrate her head.
Idiot.
Stupid.
Hopeless.
Thank God he couldn’t see her now.
Grabbing her phone and laptop, she headed back to her bedroom. Obviously, something had gone wrong with the heating system and that might also affect the hot water. She’djust have to contact Mr. Caldwell in the morning and get him to fix it.
Why the heck wasn’t Mr. Caldwell answering her messages? She’d sent several text messages and called him five times!
This was getting ridiculous.
