Excerpt:
Robyn
She hadn’t dared hope that this might happen.
Someone less cynical
might have thought of it as a Christmas miracle, but Robyn no longer believed
in miracles. She was terrified, but layered under the terror was a seam of
something else. Hope. The kaleidoscope of emotions inside her matched
the swirl and shimmer of color in the sky. Here in Swedish Lapland, north of
the Arctic Circle, the unpolluted skies and clear winter nights made for
frequent sightings of the northern lights.
She heard the door open
behind her, heard the soft crunch of footsteps on deep snow and then felt
Erik’s arms slide around her.
“Come inside. It’s
cold.”
“One more minute. I need
to think…” She’d always done her best thinking here, in this wild land where
nature dominated, where a human felt insignificant beneath the expanse of
pink-tinted sky. Everything she’d ever done that was foolish, selfish, risky or
embarrassing shrank in importance because this place didn’t care.
Trees bowed under the weight
of new snow, the surface glistening with delicate threads of silver and blue.
The cold numbed her cheeks and froze her eyelashes, but she noticed only the
beauty. Her instinct was to reach for her camera, even though she already had
multiple images of the same scene.
She’d come here to
escape from everything she was and everything she’d done and had fallen in love
with the place and the man. It turned out that you could reinvent yourself if
you moved far enough away from everyone who knew you.
Erik pulled the hood of her down jacket farther
over her head. “If you’re thinking of the past, then don’t.”
How could she not?
Robyn the rebel.
Her old self felt
unfamiliar now. It was like looking at an old photo and not recognizing
yourself. Who was that woman?
“I can’t believe she’s
coming here. She was three years old when I last saw her.”
Her niece. Her sister’s
child.
She remembered a small,
smiling cherub with rosy cheeks and curly blond hair. She remembered innocence
and acceptance and the fleeting hope of a fresh start, before Robyn had ruined
it, the way she’d ruined everything back then.
Her sister had forbidden
her to ever make contact again. There had been no room for Robyn in her
sister’s perfect little family unit. Even now, many years later, remembering
that last encounter still made her feel shaky and sick. She tried to imagine
the child as a woman. Was she like her mother? Whenever Robyn thought about her
sister, her feelings became confused.
Love. Hate. Envy. Irritation. She hadn’t known
it was possible to feel every possible emotion within a single relationship.
Elizabeth had been the golden girl. The perfect princess and, for a little
while at least, her best friend in the world.
Time had eased the pain
from agony to ache.
All links had been broken,
until that email had arrived.
“Why did she get in
touch now, after so long? She’s thirty. Grown.”
Part of her wanted to
celebrate, but life had taught her to be cautious, and she knew this wasn’t a
simple reunion. What if her niece was looking for answers? And what if she
didn’t like what she heard?
Was this a second
chance, or another emotional car crash?
“You can ask her.
Face-to-face,” Erik said, “but I know you’re nervous.”
“Yes.” She had no
secrets from him, although it had taken her a while to reach the point where
she’d trusted their relationship not to snap. “She’s a stranger. The only
living member of my family.”
Her sister was gone,
killed instantly two years earlier while crossing the road. There was no fixing
the past now. That door was closed.
Erik tightened his hold
on her. “Your niece has a daughter, remember? That’s two family members. Three
if you count her husband.”
Family. She’d had to
learn to live without it.
She’d stayed away, as
ordered. Made no contact. Rebuilt her life. Redesigned herself. Buried the past
and traveled as far from her old life as she could. In the city she’d often
felt trapped. Suffocated by the past. Here, in this snowy wilderness with
nature on her doorstep, she felt free.
And then the past had
landed in her in-box.
I’m Christy, your niece.
“Was it a mistake to ask
her here?” It was the first time she’d invited the past into the present.
“Apart from the fact we don’t know each other, do you think she’ll like this
place?” For her it had been love at first sight. The stillness. The swirl of
blue-green color in the sky, and the soft light that washed across the
landscape at this time of year. As a photographer, the light was an endless
source of fascination and inspiration. There were shades and tones she’d never
seen anywhere else in the world. Midnight blue and bright jade. Icy pink and
warm rose.
Some said the life up
here was harsh and hard, but Robyn had known hard, and this wasn’t it. Cold wasn’t
only a measure of temperature, it was a feeling. And she’d been cold. The kind
of cold that froze you inside and couldn’t be fixed with thermal layers and a
down jacket.
And then there was
warmth, of the kind she felt now with Erik.
“Christmas in Lapland?”
He sounded amused. “How can she not like it? Particularly as she has a child.
Where else can she play in the snow, feed reindeer and ride on a sled through
the forest?”
Robyn gazed at the
trees. It was true that this was paradise for a Christmas-loving child,
although that wasn’t the focus of the business. She had little experience with
children and had never felt the desire to have her own. Her family was Erik.
The dogs. The forest. The skies. This brilliant, brutal wilderness that felt
more like home than any place she’d lived.
The main lodge had been
handed down through generations of Erik’s family, but he’d expanded it to
appeal to the upper end of the market. Their guests were usually discerning
travelers seeking to escape. Adventurous types
who appreciated luxury but were undaunted by the prospect of heading into the
frozen forest or exploring the landscape on skis or snowshoes. Erik offered his
services as a guide when needed, and she, as a photographer, was on hand to
coach people through the intricacies of capturing the aurora on camera. You
couldn’t predict it, so she’d learned patience. She’d learned to wait until
nature gave her what she was hoping for.
Through the snowy
branches she could see the soft glow of lights from two of their cabins,
nestled in the forest. They were five in total, each named after Arctic
wildlife. Wolf, Reindeer, Elk, Lynx and Bear. Each cozy cabin had
floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the forest and the
sky. The Snow Spa had been her idea and proved a popular addition. The focus
here was wellness, with an emphasis on the nature that surrounded them. She and
her small team used local resources whenever they could. Guests were encouraged
to leave phones and watches behind.
Erik was right. It was
the perfect escape. The question she should have asked wasn’t Will she like
it here? but Will she like me?
She felt a moment of
panic. “The last time I saw Christy—well, it wasn’t good.” The kitten incident.
The memory of that visit was carved into her soul. Despite all her good
intentions, it had gone badly wrong. “What age do children start remembering?
Will she remember what happened?” She hoped not. Even now, so many years later,
she could still remember the last words her sister had spoken to her.
You ruin everything. I
don’t want you in my life.
Robyn pressed closer to
Erik and felt his arms tighten.
“It was a long time ago,
Robyn. Ancient history.”
“But people don’t forget
history, do they?” What had her sister told her daughter?
Robyn the rebel.
She wondered what her
sister would say if she could see her now. Happy. Married to a man she
loved. Living in one place. Earning a good living, although no doubt Elizabeth
would see it as unconventional.
Christy, it seemed, was
happily married and living an idyllic life in the country, as her mother had
before her.
What would Elizabeth say
if she knew her daughter was coming to visit?
Robyn gave a shiver and
turned back toward the lodge.
Elizabeth wouldn’t have
been happy, and if she could have stopped it, she would have done so. She
wouldn’t have wanted her sister to contaminate her daughter’s perfect life.
Excerpted from The Christmas Escape by Sarah
Morgan. Copyright © 2021 by Sarah Morgan. Published by arrangement with
Harlequin Books S.A.
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