Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 43

James returns with a tray, setting it on the table. “Who’s for coffee?”

Richard shudders. “Not for me James.”

“You can share mine,” offers Mitch, reaching for her teapot.

Richard scowls at the peppermint-scented steam.

James pours into a cup and saucer then offers it up. “Ryan?”

“Thank you, yes.” Ryan sips at the coffee then freezes, staring at the tablecloth. “Fuck me. Is this what he drinks?”

“’fraid so.”

He glares. “You could have warned me. It’s like fucking refrigerator coolant.”

Across the table, Mitch looks up to the mistletoe above the hearth. “Larry?”

“Yes?” He looks in the right general direction, but nothing registers in his expression.

Clueless…

She casts eyes upward again, this time definitely eye-pointing.

He shuffles in his seat. “Mitch, this isn't really...”

Mitch stands, placing herself squarely under the mistletoe, pats her lips with a forefinger. “I'm going to insist.”

Larry’s mouth works and a flush rises up his neck…

Way outside his comfort zone…

… nonetheless, he stands, loops an arm around the lovely woman and kisses her lightly on the lips…

grunts as she latches on like a limpet and pulls him

over hers in a

kisses… Rhett and

They had nothing.

watches them,

I slip fingers into his. “It’s

holding something in his other hand, turning it over and over in his fingers. “Marry

have misheard him. “Sorry, what

is

I swallow hard.

take it.” He offers

fallen. Every face is staring my

can’t get

I… think about

face. “Of course, you can.” He presses the ring into my palm, curling my fingers around it. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to

him. “Kirstie, what would you like?” He holds up a bottle in

*****

“So, what has Santa brought you, Charlotte?” He speaks cheerfully, but it sounds forced. “I don’t see any new jewellery. I don’t smell perfume

happened, I don’t think…” But

forefinger. “I thought we would come to that fairly soon. Charlotte, if you would like to release your death-grip on Cara for five minutes, Michael and I will show you your Christmas present. Your present from Richard and

Her forehead crinkles.

us, Babe. Go put on some warm clothes. And boots and socks. Get yourself

eyes widen.

woollens, scarf and gloves

“But Cara…”

offers out her arms. “I’ll take her,” she says. She grins too, impishly. “It will

“Aren’t you coming?”

“I would prefer that Elizabeth stay

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