The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 127

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Somehow, I think I got used to the idea that Alexander would not contact me again.

By mid–April, television had stopped giving news about him and the media seemed already satisfied in their hunger for information. Occasionally, some note on the Internet spoke abo at an engineering convention in Europe, or about a conference by the CEO of VLC Engineeri

Mikhail.

Not being surrounded by people who mentioned his name helped me not to think so much a Alexander, and one day, in the end, I think I convinced myself that everything was already ove

I didn’t believe that he had broken his promise, but I tried to see it as a favor he was doing me perhaps out of a desire to protect me, perhaps because I was finally resigning myself to belie

that I was wishing for something impossible.

We owed each other nothing. Absolutely nothing.

In the first days of May, with the rewritten manuscript of the ending of my first saga already ed

and ready to go into production, Eric called me from London to announce that the publishing

house would hold a special event, and they had suggested that he give me some role in the

evening.

Of course, I accepted. Besides, Eric said it would be good for my budding career.

I arranged all my matters and took a plane in Cheyenne on the eve of the event, in relatively good

spirits.

Everything seemed to indicate that I had already gotten over it.

Eric, my editor, behaved like an English gentleman with me and accompanied me the whole time since my arrival in England.

It was almost funny to see me (a small–town girl, practically) walking through the famous London streets beside a forty year old diva, bald, with horrible glasses and a white goatee beard, who tied

colorful fluorescent scarves around his neck.

He and his husband treated me like a queen and praised my simple pearl–gray satin dress with long sleeves, fitted to the body

It wasn’t distracting, the neckline was subtle but attractive, and in the back it adjusted with delicate satin ribbons that concealed the barely noticeable scars from the tiger man attack.

The sleeves had small buttons near the wrist, to open them up to the elbow, and the tubular skirt was above the knee, but not very short

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I couldn’t wear the necklace with the panther claw because it didn’t match the outfit at all, I made sure to keep it well stored in my suitcase.

Eric’s husband is the main image advisor of the publishing house, and he took me to a mani

a hairstylist, and a makeup artist.

They thought I looked elegant, and I believed them.

After reading my small speech during the event and applauding a lot, the host author came hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and thanked me for my presence there.

By the time I could step down from the stage, the heels were killing me.

It had been a terrible idea to choose those, which maybe weren’t stilettos, but were higher th

would normally have agreed to wear.

The author’s conference began and I loosened some hairpins so that the hairstyle would fall a it was designed for a double purpose: first, an elegant updo, and then the hair loose over the t

and tight around the head as if wearing a hairnet.

I had to admit that the effect was very well achieved.

I was still lamenting my sore feet while they were asking the author questions, when a very swe

and soft little giggle caught my attention.

I bent down to remove one of my shoes and looked around.

A few meters away, I saw a little girl who might have been one year old or maybe a little more. S

wore a beautiful white little dress and was walking in my direction as fast as her small legs coul

carry her.

I frowned, surprised. Whose girl was that, and why was she alone?

The little one laughed and opened her arms, trying to run.

The people in her path looked at her and stepped aside, with amused and astonished expressions

on their faces

It was that the child’s lively smile, her musical and beautiful voice, infected anyone with instant good humor and tenderness, it was

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IT WAS SASHA!

My heart almost stopped from pure joy.

I hadn’t recognize

Her lively blu gathere

She

he was huge! So big that she walked by herself!

ed with happiness, and she looked truly beautiful with her albi nort braids, with flowers at the ends.

ht to me.

scaped me, and I smiled back at her.

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e cry when she tried to run, but she stumbled on a fold in the carpet.

all, however: André caught her at just the right moment and straightened her up. don’t run!” he told her in English, in a scolding tone. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”

ear that at that moment I could have started crying like a little girl, out of pure happiness. slipped my shoe back on, but I didn’t stand up.

I received the two little ones with such a tight hug that I feared hurting them, although that fear didn’t motivate me to let them go either.

I didn’t want tears to ruin the wonderful makeup, but I was so happy!

My heart was beating so fast, wild, vibrating with joy!

I didn’t se

the

two of them until they wanted to, and I had to gather strength to touch

h

spurt in all that time.

alling me, babbling in her language that now had a few more heard her.

atulated me on my small speech, it occurred to me to lift my gaze.

as a few meters from us, with his hands in his pants pockets and a proud smile on his dn’t show his teeth.

ack shirt and the matching dark jeans suited him well, a simple outfit but still fitting him; the as his longer hair and that scar at the side of his mouth, which seemed even more

essive in person

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I think I didn’t stand up right away to go greet him because my stupid legs refused to hold more than anything.

Only at that moment did I begin to feel that everything was right in the world again.

Eric didn’t mind when I announced that I would leave the dinner to go with a friend who was visiting London.

In fact, I think he didn’t make any fuss only because the radiant smiles of the children won hi almost immediately, or because he recognized the angular and stern face of the man who h

baby in his arms.

Sasha asked to go with me when we left the hotel hall where the event was being held, and t André insisted that I put on my seat belt when we got into the rental truck that Alexander wa:

driving during his stay in London.

The boy wouldn’t stop saying that I looked very pretty and that he liked my dress and my

hairs

I had no idea where we were going, but of one thing I was very sure: I would have gone anywh

with them.

Although I spent most of the time talking with André, I glanced sideways at Alexander while he drove in silence through the wide streets of the city.

He smiled to himself and cast us glances in the rearview mirror.

I hadn’t had time to ask him how he was, why he was in London, how he had found me, or simply

why he hadn’t called again after Christmas.

And the fact that he wasn’t speaking didn’t give me much courage to start asking.

After a while, he stopped in the parking lot of another hotel and turned between the front seats to announce that, if it seemed good to me, we would eat there,

At that point, anything he had proposed would have seemed like a wonderful idea to me, and I think I even blushed when I replied that it was fine with me.

The hotel restaurant was beautiful, exactly those beautifully decorated spaces one sees in magazines or on television, that don’t seem to exist in real life.

It would be redundant to speak about how well I had it during dinner, about how amazed I was that Sasha ate without complaining and wanted to spear everything with a plastic fork that the waiters had given her.

She was divinely funny, with her little face dirty with puree and the red napkin stuffed into the collar of her dress, sitting on her father’s lap

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Alexander gave her little bites of meat and mashed potatoes carefully; she devoured

with great pleasure.

“… But how old is this girl?” I asked, astonished.

“She’s going to turn nine months.”

“Nine–month–old babies aren’t that active.”

They didn’t walk alone, nor talk so much, nor want to eat by themselves without making

“…Well

and I both know what makes Sasha so special,” he told me.

d when he said that, and winked at me with a complicit gesture.

th caught in my throat, I noticed that he dared to show just the tip of his fang:

uldn’t have winked at me like that.

hy did he do that to me?

Rather, I had to stop doing those things to myself.

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