Free Christmas with her Boss by Marion Lennox Page B

are intending to buy, or are you wondering something else entirely?’

CHAPTER FIVE
    T HEY didn’t appear for lunch and an hour later Meg was really starting to worry. ‘I’ll take the tractor over to Jenny’s and phone him from there,’ she muttered. ‘They should be back.’
    â€˜You’ll do no such thing,’ Letty told her. ‘They’ll have found a football game or gone to the movies or chanced on something really interesting that only boys can understand. You didn’t tell them a get-home-by time, for which I’m grateful because it’s time we stopped mollycoddling our Scotty. Our Scott.’ Then she spoiled it by glancing at the clock. ‘But I hope Will’s fed him. And he didn’t take any painkillers. If his leg’s hurting…’
    â€˜See,’ Meg retorted and they both smiled, shamefaced.
    â€˜Shortbread next,’ Letty declared, so they made a batch, and then another, and they were almost desperate enough to start a third when finally the car turned into the drive. Meg just happened to be looking out of the window when it did.
    â€˜What on earth have they got on behind?’ she demanded, heading for the door.
    The dogs were flying down from the veranda. Meg managed to stroll out with what she hoped was a little more dignity.
    â€˜Don’t say we were worried,’ Letty hissed beside her and she agreed entirely. They hadn’t been worried at all.
    What did they have behind the car?
    A trailer. A really large trailer. And on the trailer…
    â€˜They’ve bought a car,’ she muttered in amazement. Or…two cars?
    â€˜So much for perfume,’ Letty muttered. ‘This is never going to fit into a stocking.’
    â€˜Come and see, come and see.’ Scott was out of the car, shouting his excitement, and the dogs were barking hysterically in response. William emerged from the driver’s side, leaned back on the car door and crossed his arms—a genie who’d produced magic and was now expecting appreciation. He was wearing jeans and a short-sleeved open-topped shirt. He looked…great. He must have stopped at a clothes shop, Meg thought, and then she thought I kissed him —and then Scott’s excitement tugged her attention back to what was on the trailer
    At the front of the trailer was a Mini Minor, the kind that had been almost the coolest car on the planet back in the seventies. Though maybe it hadn’t been quite as cool as the Volkswagen Combi.
    Um…what was she thinking? She hadn’t even been born in the seventies. This Mini, however, looked as if it had been. It was truly derelict. The little red and rust-red car had no wheels, no glass in its front windscreen and its hood was missing. What looked like grass was sprouting from where the engine should be.
    And tied on behind was part of another Mini, in even worse repair. Instead of suffering from neglect, this one looked as if it had been smashed from behind. The back had been squashed almost to the front.
    There was also a pile of assorted bits tied on top, meaning the trailer looked like a mini wrecker’s yard.
    â€˜It’s William’s Christmas present to us all,’ Scott shouted and her boss beamed and she thought again—he looks great.Denim made him look so-o-o-o sexy—but somehow she managed to give her hormones a mental slap and ventured off the veranda to see.
    William’s Christmas present to us all…
    â€˜We saw a sign just out of town.’ Despite his bad leg, Scott was practically jigging his excitement. ‘It was in a paddock and it said For Sale. And parts as well. The guy restores Minis but his wife’s put her foot down. He has three finished Minis in his garage and two more to restore and his wife says the rest have to go. So he sold us this. Two cars’ll make one. He says there’s enough here to make a complete one. He reckons if I start now, by the time