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 like a limpet and pulls him

to the inevitable, and opens his mouth over hers in a real

kisses… Rhett and

They had nothing.

watches them,

his. “It’s something special they have, isn’t

his other hand, turning it over and over in

have misheard him. “Sorry, what

his face alight, offering the something. “Marry me.” In his outstretched hand is the ring from Mitch’s cracker. “I’ll get you a real one,

I swallow hard.

please take it.” He offers the ring

me, silence has 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

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

*****

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

at a fingernail. “Um, with everything that happened, I don’t think…” But

if you would like to release your death-grip

Her forehead crinkles.

kisses the top of her head. “It’s from all of us, Babe. Go put on some warm clothes. And boots and socks. Get yourself

widen.

woollens, scarf and gloves and a warm jacket,”

“But Cara…”

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

“Aren’t you coming?”

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

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