Royal Holiday - Jasmine Guillory Page 0,44

make some calls the day after Boxing Day. He smiled to himself; this was where his job came in handy.

After a quick stop at his flat to drop off his luggage and briefcase, he went straight to Sarah’s. It was still early in the day, but he was looking forward to seeing everyone, and finding out what this great news was that Miles kept hinting at. He laughed as he remembered Vivian’s hilarious guesses. When he parked his car, he pulled out his phone.

Happy Christmas! Enjoying your first English Christmas? Looking forward to seeing you in a few days.

He pressed send and then he realized he hadn’t given her his number the night before.

Um, this is Malcolm, by the way.

He could almost hear her laughter in her response.

Oh really? I never would have guessed! And Happy Christmas to you too! Have fun at your sister’s. Julia is stuffing me full of food here.

He slid his phone into his pocket and rang Sarah’s doorbell with a smile on his face.

She, however, was not smiling when she opened the door.

“Happy Christmas, Sarah!” he said anyway, and pulled her into a hug. She stood in his arms stiffly but dropped her head on his shoulder for a moment before she pulled away.

“Mmm. Not sure how happy it is.” She shook her head and turned to walk down the hallway. “I hope you can talk some sense into him.”

Oh dear. Whatever Miles’s news was, Sarah was not happy about it. It was probably moving in with the girlfriend; Sarah had never liked her. He prepared himself to make peace between his sister and his nephew, once again. Luckily, he was used to that role; he’d been doing it ever since Miles was a preteen.

Malcolm followed Sarah into the kitchen and took a deep breath in. Everything smelled fantastic. He could tell the turkey was already in the oven, and there were three glorious cakes on the counter. His sister may not be a professional chef like Julia, but she was a fantastic cook. Miles sat at the table peeling potatoes.

“Help me with this, will you?” Miles said when he walked in.

“Happy Christmas to you, too,” he said to his nephew.

Miles looked up at him with a grin.

“Oh right, Happy Christmas. Help peel these? I saved you a bun.” Miles gestured over to the bread box.

Malcolm laughed and hunted out the bun, badly wrapped up in tinfoil next to the bread box. As he sat down at the table, Sarah deposited a cup of tea in front of him and muttered something about needing to clean the loo, then disappeared. She was usually in the kitchen all day on holidays. She was either really upset about whatever was going on with Miles, or she’d left to give him this time to find out what was going on with Miles, and “talk some sense into him.”

He grinned to himself when he thought of all of the things Sarah had wanted him to talk sense into Miles about over the years. Those trousers he’d insisted on wearing when he was thirteen, the cigarettes she’d found in his room when he was fifteen, how he wanted to do nothing but draw from ages ten to thirteen, that friend of his who was a “bad lot” when he was sixteen. For most of these things, he’d done a bit of talking sense into Miles, but he’d mostly explained to Miles how to best get along with his mother, and explained to Sarah how to deal with her son. He expected more of the same today.

He took a bite out of the bun and smiled as the icing hit his tongue. They’d had buns like this for Christmas his whole life; he was pleased Sarah still made them.

“Oh, this reminds me.” He took a bag out of his pocket and tossed it to Miles. “I got you some of those sweets you like.”

Miles grabbed the bag and looked up with a grin on his face.

“From that place in Norfolk? Oh wow, thank you.” He laughed. “Remember that time the dog got into the bag of those sweets and ate it all when I’d only had one piece? I was so mad.”

Malcolm laughed, too.

“If I remember correctly, you cried for hours about it, and refused to speak to the dog for a week.”

Miles pulled a piece of candy out and popped it in his mouth.

“I was only seven!” He laughed again. “The poor dog.”

“So, Miles, don’t keep me in suspense.” Malcolm