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.

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

they

his face impassive as he passes the bundle back to

She’s safe now…

Christmas…

Friends…

as much enthusiasm as I know how into my voice, “Is

Charlotte beams…

chance to

with enthusiasm. “Course you can.” She flips back a corner

beautiful…” she murmurs. “I still can’t believe she’s real.”

baby daughter. Only a few days old, red-faced and with a thin swirl of dark hair,

I don’t think she’s beautiful…” Charlotte’s jaw falls slack… Then looking around,

Oh, crap…

puppy that you know is one day going to be all silky fur and sleek muscles. But when they’re just born, they all look

bursts out laughing. “But people-puppies are never as

I mumble.

a huge tray. He sets it down

the edge of the table, then takes a knife to what looks like a large

smile. “Always one of my favourite Christmas treats when I was a boy.” Then, taking the poker from the ashes, he plunges

red bubbles froth up, carrying with them the fragrance of cinnamon, cloves and oranges. James sloshes a measure into a mug, passing it to Ryan, then another to me. “Plenty more

gulps, then clicks his tongue. “I’d better stick with just

if you’d like to.” James aims a finger at the darkening windows. “It’s not as though

change of clothes or anything. And I think Kirstie

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

But Ryan speaks quickly, and the

again, and I retreat from the conversation, turning back to Charlotte. “Sorry if I

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

you quite well? I know you’ve been

and we both know

rubs his nose. “We’re not in work, Kirstie. It’s

I'm fine, really. But you're right, I am a bit tired. Ryan and I have been out and about quite a

by to would be a ski slope. You don’t have to make

polite.” I’m floundering.

I have

in his cheeks. I look to Ryan,

Here we go…

Ryan and I… “We were looking at

heads swivel my

we’re looking to buy a place. Ryan and I are moving in

out

pumps the air with a fist. James looks utterly delighted, as do Charlotte, Mitch and