Festive Fling With The Single Dad. Annie Claydon

to the insistent urge to reach forward and touch her. Aksel got out of the car, feeling the wind’s sharp caress on his face.

      Flora grabbed her handbag from the back seat, getting out of the driver’s seat, and Aksel took his notebook from his pocket, skimming through the list he’d made. ‘I should get some Christmas-tree decorations as well while we’re here.’

      She turned to him, a look of mock horror on her face. ‘You don’t have any?’

      Aksel shrugged. ‘I’m used to moving around a lot. Whenever I’m home for Christmas, I go to my sister’s.’

      ‘Perfect. I love buying tree decorations, and if I buy any more I won’t be able to fit them on the tree.’ She scanned the row of shops that skirted the car park, obviously keen to get on with the task in hand. ‘It’s a good thing we came today, all the best ones will be gone soon.’