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…

she latches on like

opens his mouth over hers in a real kiss. His embrace

Rhett and Scarlet… Kate

They had nothing.

them,

fingers into his. “It’s something special they have,

nods slowly. He’s holding something in his other hand, turning it over

him. “Sorry, what was

his outstretched hand is the

I swallow hard.

it.” He offers

has fallen.

get

I… think about

course, you can.” He presses the ring into my palm, curling my fingers

turn to him. “Kirstie, what would you like?” He holds up

*****

glass. “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 and you don’t have your nose

happened, I don’t

“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

Her forehead crinkles.

all of us, Babe. Go put on some warm clothes.

widen. “My

woollens, scarf and gloves and

“But Cara…”

her,” she says. She grins too, impishly. “It will be good practice

“Aren’t you coming?”

Beth’s thigh. “I would prefer that Elizabeth

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