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

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

Rhett and Scarlet…

They had nothing.

them,

into his. “It’s something special

his other hand, turning it over

have misheard him. “Sorry, what

turns, his face alight, offering the something. “Marry me.” In his outstretched hand is the ring from

I swallow hard.

it.” He offers the ring to my left

fallen. Every

can’t get

I… think

can.” He presses the ring into my palm,

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

*****

Charlotte?” He speaks cheerfully, but it sounds forced.

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

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.

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

eyes widen.

scarf and gloves and a warm

“But Cara…”

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

“Aren’t you coming?”

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

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