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…

latches on like a

and opens his mouth over hers in

Rhett and Scarlet… Kate

They had nothing.

watches them, his face

the table, I slip fingers into his. “It’s something special they

other hand, turning it over and

him.

something. “Marry me.” In his outstretched hand is the ring from Mitch’s

I swallow hard.

offers the

silence has fallen. Every face is

get

I… think about

ring into my palm, curling my fingers around it. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t

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

*****

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

everything that happened, I don’t think…” But she’s cut short by Michael’s grin. Her lips

raises a 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

Her forehead crinkles.

head. “It’s from all of us, Babe. Go put on some warm clothes. And

eyes widen.

scarf and gloves and a

“But Cara…”

arms. “I’ll take her,” she says. She grins too, impishly. “It will be good practice

“Aren’t you coming?”

on Beth’s thigh. “I would prefer that Elizabeth stay warm and

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