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…

latches on

mouth over hers in a real kiss. His embrace

kisses… Rhett and

They had nothing.

watches them, his

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

his other hand, turning it over

him. “Sorry,

In his outstretched hand is the ring from Mitch’s cracker. “I’ll get you a real

I swallow hard.

take it.” He offers the ring to

silence has fallen. Every face

can’t get enough

think

into my palm, curling my fingers around it. “I’m sorry.

liqueurs?” It’s James voice, bright and cheerful. Gratefully, I turn to him. “Kirstie, what would you like?” He holds up a bottle in either

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in his 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

at a fingernail. “Um, with everything that happened, I don’t think…” But she’s cut short by Michael’s

“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

Her forehead crinkles.

from all of us, Babe. Go put on some warm clothes. And boots and socks.

widen. “My

thick woollens, scarf and gloves

“But Cara…”

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

“Aren’t you coming?”

hand on Beth’s thigh. “I would prefer that Elizabeth

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