Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Michael wasn’t joking about the Christmas spirit. Clearly, we have arrived in the middle of the Threesome’s interrupted festivities. The tiles of the long, wide hallway, running right through the house, are heaped with stacks of holly, ivy and mistletoe. A fir tree, all of ten feet high, its branches tied with string, rests by one wall alongside bricks and a bucket of sand. Another one is already standing at the end of the hallway, framing the staircase and waiting to be decorated.

As we enter the lounge, James, looking rakish in an eyepatch, stands on a small set of steps, trailing fairy-lights over the star at the top of yet another tree. “Kirstie! Ryan! Good to see you. We’ll be right with you.”

He circles the star with the lights and passes them down to the waiting Richard who, on the other side of the tree, loops them once more through the branches.

On a side-table are all the signs of Christmas ‘in action’. Boxes overflow with tinsel and more lights. Glossy magazines are stacked beside another box filled with brightly coloured ornaments. The sideboard is stacked with bottles, chocolates and candied fruit, and Congratulations On Your New Baby cards. A large pink and beige rabbit flops enormous ears over a Welcome Cara! tag.

“We came to give our Congratulations,” I say, nodding towards the display of cards. “It looks like we weren’t the first.”

“And to wish you all a Merry Christmas,” adds Ryan.

James beams. “And both are very welcome. Just give us a moment. We’re all but done here.”

Richard passes the loop of lights back around the tree. “Indeed, they are… That’s the last of this string, James.”

James grunts, leaning back, surveying his handiwork then, adjusting the star, “Is that on straight?”

“Yes, it is,” says Ryan, accepting Richard’s outstretched hand as he disentangles himself from behind the tree. “Merry Christmas.”

“You too, Ryan.” Richard takes me at the shoulders and kisses my cheek. “Happy Christmas, Kirstie. Elizabeth and Charlotte have both been asking if you had been in touch. They’re looking forward to seeing you.” My balloon, bobbing on its string, bounces against his face. He chuckles, batting it away. “And I imagine one more balloon will find a home.”

I stand back, looking square into his face. “How is Beth?”

A smile folds up into his eyes. “Elizabeth is fine. And so’s Adam, despite his attempt at an early arrival. Right now, she’s spending most of her time with Charlotte, cooing over Cara. And Mitch keeps an eye on both of them.”

Ryan stands over the fire, rubbing his hands together, then spreads his palms, bathing them in the heat. “It’s good to be with friends when you need some support.”

“So it is,” says James. Charlotte’s tall, dark dom descends the ladder, moving carefully, as though he is a little stiff. “I’ll set Charlotte and Mitch loose with the rest of the decorations, now.” Then he eyes the still-shivering Ryan up and down. “Hot drink? Coffee? Chocolate? Mulled wine?”

Ryan blows air. “Mulled wine sounds a great idea.”

“Coming right up.” James stoops, placing a poker in the embers at the base of the burning logs. “Sit yourselves down. Make yourselves at home. I’ll be back in a minute.”

From out in the hall comes the babble of voices, then the door swings open. Charlotte appears, hugging a blanket-wrapped bundle. Then Mitch, followed by the hugely pregnant Beth with Michael supporting her. There is something about the way he touches her… one hand at the elbow, another at the small of her back…

What’s happening there?

Then I see Richard’s grey-eyed gaze on me. I tilt my head, just enough to ‘ask without asking’.

He smiles and nods slightly.

So… A Fivesome now…

Quite a family…

Michael breaks from Beth to help Charlotte, easing the ‘bundle’ from her arms as, moving slowly and with care, she takes her seat on the couch.

not to be obvious about it, wanting to get a measure of how she really is. Usually Charlotte vibrates with energy. But just now, there’s a pallid edge to her colouring and she moves as if tired. Close up, her eyes

they do

watching her, his face impassive as he

She’s safe now…

Christmas…

Friends…

enthusiasm as I know

Charlotte beams…

chance to

lighting up, quite suddenly, she looks much more herself, her green eyes brilliant with enthusiasm. “Course you can.” She flips back a corner of the blanket to

believe she’s real.” Her face rises to mine. “Don’t you

days old, red-faced and with a thin swirl of dark hair, her

falls

Oh, crap…

but I do think she’s completely adorable...” I keep talking, trying to rescue myself from my faux pas… “… Like a puppy that you know is one day going to be all silky fur and sleek muscles. But when they’re

bursts out laughing. “But people-puppies are never as cute as the real thing? Is

I mumble.

huge tray. He sets

shoos off Scruffy, resting a hopeful snout on the edge of the table, then takes a knife to what looks

was a boy.” Then, taking the poker from the ashes, he plunges it into a

measure

better stick with just the one. I’ll be driving in

be welcome to stay over if you’d like to.” James aims a finger at the darkening windows.

a look with me then, “Thanks, James, but we don’t have a change of clothes or anything. And I think

at me, his forehead furrowing. “Of course…” His gaze lingers.

course not.” But Ryan speaks quickly, and

from the conversation, turning back

her answering smile is sunny. “Oh, that’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Don’t they always say every mother thinks her

you quite well? I know you’ve been out of hospital for

both know it. “I'm fine, Mr

nose. “We’re

But you're right, I am a bit tired. Ryan and I

you would pass by to would be a ski slope. You don’t have to make up excuses, you know. You’re welcome to drop

I’m floundering. “We really were in the

have

to

Here we go…

Ryan and I… “We were looking at a property together. It’s not

swivel my

looking to buy a place. Ryan and

holds out

pumps the air with a fist. James looks utterly delighted,