Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 37

The four men exchange wary expressions, none of them exactly moving, but all shifting in their seats.

Michael caves first. He fills his lungs then, pulling the creation over his head, tugs it into place. The pullover is a perfect fit on chest and arm and only the Let It Snow logo looks in any way out of place.

As he moves, James, Richard and Larry unfreeze, donning their joke-wear.

All sit, refusing to meet each other’s eyes. Finally, Richard says, “Well, at least we know the worst is over.”

Mitch’s mouth twitches and she whips something from her pocket, aiming at him: a small control panel. She squeezes a button and Santa’s nose starts flashing in time to the tune of Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly…

Charlotte and Beth both crease up laughing. Mitch extends the controls again to James and his sweater bleeps out Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, then Michael’s bursts into Frosty The Snowman…

Larry turns, raising a finger… “No…” But it’s too late. His own woolly launches into Let It Snow…

James erupts from his seat. “Absolutely not!”

He makes to take off Rudolph, but Mitch clicks again, and the jingle stops. Then she paints on an expression of fake contrition. “I’m so sorry, Ryan. If I’d known you’d be here, I’d have made one for you too.”

Ryan inhales. “I’ll live.”

*****

“What else have we then?”

Michael delves into the heap of gifts, this time extracting another small neat package. He glances at the tag then offers it to Mitch.

She, in turn, looks at the label then turns eyes on Larry.

His voice neutral, “I hope you like it.”

the box inside. “Oh, Larry, they’re beautiful.

comb, made

Platinum?

made in the pattern of a butterfly. It fixes into her hair on one side, pinning back long red tresses; a match to the silver and emerald collar

unusual.

them made. I knew what I wanted but couldn’t find it. So,

what he’s given

*****

of me at his workspace, be-aproned, sleeves rolled up on the Christmas sweater, trimming the rind from

carrots. Beside her, Mitch wraps bacon around sausages. Between them on a thick furry blanket, Cara

I help?”

you can help. You can

contents of a bowl close by, already containing onions, breadcrumbs and judging by the

of people here to eat the results, I thought we would have more than one kind.

on my apron, “I

his tail and gives an ingratiating grin,

services around the time I took

eyes on me then shuffles his position a little to sit directly

a nuisance? I’ll get him

set up a bit of a rapport when your tribe stayed with us before. He knows how to stay

a step inside the kitchen, takes one look and tries to reverse

yourself a peeler. You can help too. Parsnips, potatoes, sprouts. Take your pick.

a grumble emanates from deep inside Michael.

blandly enquiring, but

clearing snow from the front

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