Christmas With The Single Dad
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The only people he really knew in Silverdale were Dr Preston, some of the staff at the medical centre and his daughter’s teacher at school, and they were more colleagues than actual friends. He’d left all his old friends behind when he’d moved from the city to this remote village. They kept in touch online. With the odd phone call and promises to meet up.
Sydney could be a new friend. A female friend. That was possible. How could it not be in today’s modern age? And once he got past her prickly demeanour, made her realise he was sorry and showed her that he was no threat to her romantically, then they could both relax and they would get on like a house on fire.
He had no doubt of that.
So why, when he thought of spending time with Sydney, did he picture them kissing? Think of himself reaching for her hand across the table and lifting it to his lips while he stared deeply into her eyes. Inhaling the scent of her perfume upon her wrist...
And why did that vision remind him of Gwyneth’s twisted face and her harsh words?
‘I can’t be with you! Why would anyone want to be with you? You’re broken. Faulty. The only thing you can offer is a lifetime of pain and despair and I didn’t sign up for that!’
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