the scraps Dominic was able to give her. Lord knew she had flared up at Jade about appreciating the value of love when it was offered to her; she couldn't then opt for anything less for herself.
She had a feeling Jade was well aware of her love for Dominic, although, surprisingly, that was the one thing the two of them had never talked about. Jade was her best friend, but somehow her love for Dominic had always seemed too sensitive a subject to put into words, even to someone as close to her as Jade was. Maybe because she knew that love was so hopeless. The last thing she wanted was pity.
She chanced another glance at Dominic beneath lowered lashes. He looked grim again. What was he thinking about as he drove along so competently? She never had been able to even guess at his thoughts, the façade he showed to the world always enigmatic.
He was probably thinking of something quite mundane—such as how insane the two of them must be to be undertaking this journey at all! It might have been nice, just for once, to imagine they were a little in tune with each other. But, as she knew all too well, Dominic was a past master at hiding his thoughts, and feelings, from everyone.
Although he had certainly shown some reaction to her handing in her resignation, Cathy acknowledged ruefully. Though she certainly wasn't going to attempt to build any more hopeless dreams on that.
She closed her eyes determinedly, wishing the journey—and this torture—over. Beyond this lay the warmth of Penny and Simon and their home, the wonder of Jade and David's love for each other, the innocence of her two young nephews as they excitedly looked forward to Christmas.
She smiled at the thoughts, wishing herself there, longing for that enveloping warmth, not aware of the moment when the thoughts became a hazy dream and carried her off to sleep …
‘Lunch, Cathy.’
Lunch? What did lunch have to do with the golden vision before her, all the family seated about the brightly lit Christmas tree? But even as the irritated question came to her Dominic appeared in the vision carrying a silver tray of food. And he looked so right there among her family and friends, so incredibly perfect, so——
‘I said it's time for lunch, Cathy,’ that intrusive voice persisted.
So he kept saying. But she wasn't in the least hungry, and——
‘Cathy, wake up.’ A firm hand shook her shoulder.
She frowned at the irritation, trying unsuccessfully to shake off the hand, only to have the action repeated, more vigorously this time. ‘Go away,’ she muttered impatiently.
‘You always were bad-tempered when you woke up.’ Dominic was amused now.
Cathy was frowning as she reluctantly opened her eyes, the wonderful dream having disappeared as if it had never been. As it hadn't. Dreams were an impossibility.
Dominic was sitting turned towards her in his seat, not the smiling, loving man in her dreams, but the cynic she was more used to.
‘You've been asleep almost two hours, and I need some lunch,’ he told her practically.
She moved stiffly, still frowning darkly as she straightened in her seat to look around them. Dominic had stopped at one of the roadside service areas, and outside the car the snow still fell softly, thick on the ground where there were no vehicles to churn it up and melt it into muddy slush. The sky was darker above them, too, as if the weight of the snow yet to come was hanging heavily above them.
‘Stop complaining, when it was your suggestion that I sleep,’ she snapped moodily, looking in the overhead mirror and doing her best to straighten her appearance before they got out.
Dominic smiled at her bad temper, shaking his head. ‘Let's go and get something to eat. Fussing over your appearance isn't going to do you a lot of good when you get outside in the wind.’
The coldness outside did a lot to revive her spirits; she had always loved the snow. Large flecks of it landed on her face and hair, and she was gazing up at the featherlight flakes when her footing suddenly seemed to go from under her and she felt herself falling.
‘Steady.’ Dominic's hand was instantly under her elbow as he kept her on her feet, easily supporting her weight beside him. ‘Perhaps you'd better hold on to me.’ He put her hand in the crook of his arm and held it there.
During the whole time she had worked for him, Dominic had rarely had a need to touch her, and having his hand against hers now made the cold completely disappear. Cathy suddenly felt too warm for comfort.
As was usual in these places, the service area was noisy and crowded, especially so as it was Christmas Eve, with everyone more than full of the joys of the season as they anticipated the holiday ahead.
The queue for food in the restaurant looked never-ending, and several people were so bored by the wait that they were indulging in horseplay that could only be described as juvenile, one teenage boy very free with his mistletoe as he moved among the queue looking for all the pretty young ladies.
Cathy winced as she glanced sideways at Dominic, knowing from experience that he hated anything resembling a fast-food restaurant at the best of times. And with the volume of people that passed through these service areas in a day they couldn't be classed as anything else!
But today Dominic didn't seem in the least concerned by their surroundings. Just as he seemed totally unaware of the fact that Cathy's hand was still tucked warmly inside his arm!
‘Wow, my luck's really in today,’ murmured an admiring voice.
During her preoccupation with Dominic Cathy had completely forgotten the young man with the mistletoe, but unfortunately he seemed to have reached their place in the queue.
He was a young man of about eighteen, with an untidy mop of blond hair and mischievous blue eyes, wearing the customary jeans and thick jacket.
And he looked as if he had every intention of kissing her.
‘I don't think so,’ Dominic drawled softly.
An irritated blue gaze was turned on the older man as he stood so commandingly at Cathy's side. The two gazes clashed challengingly but, whatever it was the younger man read in Dominic's eyes, he looked disappointed rather than rebellious when he turned back wistfully towards Cathy.
Then his expression brightened suddenly. ‘Well, there's no reason why the mistletoe shouldn't be put to good use.’ And he held the green sprig with its creamy berries over Cathy's and Dominic's heads, his intention obvious as he looked at them expectantly.
Cathy was too embarrassed by the action to even glance at Dominic.
How on earth were they going to get out of this one, and with everyone in the near vicinity turning to look at them curiously now? If Dominic tried to cry off by claiming she worked for him he was only likely to receive ribald comments from the over-enthusiastic crowd in here today.
But the idea of the two of them actually kissing each other was unthinkable too!
‘I——’
‘It is Christmas, Cathy,’ Dominic reminded her softly, the firmness of his lips softening into a smile as her mouth fell open in surprise at his remark.
The fact that her mouth
