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He smiled ‘Her name is Grace Ellis, but you can’t have her, Ailsa, she’s all mine’

He put down the phone with a set in response

He stood up and walked through to the uests ‘Frank, do you knohere Grace is?’

Frank gestured off to the left ‘Back down in the basement She’s had some more ideas’

Finlay looked around Even though it was dayti too, even though he had no idea what it was It re into one of those winter wonderland-type places as a child

Grace was still working on this? He’d have to pay her overtime And bonuses

He walked down to the base stored was clearly labelled But that didn’t help when he walked into the rooe storage barrel All that was visible was black kicking shoes and a whole lot of leg

‘Grace?’ He rushed over to help

‘Eek! Finlay! Help’ He tried not to laugh as he reached inside the barrel and grabbed hold of her waist, pulling her out

‘Finlay,’ she gasped again as she landed in a heap on the floor Blue She earing a blue shirt today Not as cute as the pink one But she’d just ht like it even more Her hair must have been tied with a black satin ribbon that was now trailing over her shoulder

He burst out laughing And so did Grace

She thumped her hands on the floor ‘Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen’ She followed the line of his vision and blushed, tugging at her skirt

He peered into the barrel ‘What was supposed to happen?’

She pointed to the label ‘As I left the hotel last night I realised that although it was gorgeous when people walked inside, there was nothing outside Frank toldfor them’

He frowned, trying to rehts had looked like They’d been made by some American company and had cost a fortune ‘We did have Is this where they’ve been stored? What makes you think they even work any more?’

She shrugged ‘I figured it orth a try I can always check theht bulbs—you know, carry the theme outside’

Wow She thought of everything

He held out his hand to help her up ‘Grace, can I ask you so?’

He pulled a little harder than he should have, catapulting Grace right forward crashing into his chest ‘Oh, sorry,’ she said, placing both hands on his chest She looked up at him ‘What is it you want to ask?’

He couldn’t remember Not for a second All he could concentrate on were the warh his shirt Grace lifted one finger ‘Oops,’ she said as she stepped back