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…

grunts as she latches on like a limpet

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

kisses… Rhett and Scarlet… Kate

They had nothing.

watches them, his face

I slip fingers into his. “It’s something

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

must have misheard him. “Sorry, what was

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

I swallow hard.

it.” He offers the ring to my left

me, silence has fallen. Every face

get

think about

from his face. “Of course, you can.” He presses the ring into my palm, curling my fingers around it. “I’m sorry. I

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

*****

cheerfully, but it sounds forced. “I don’t see any new jewellery. I don’t

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

“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

Her forehead crinkles.

top of her head. “It’s from all of us, Babe. Go put on

eyes widen. “My

scarf and gloves and a warm jacket,” says

“But Cara…”

says. She

“Aren’t you coming?”

would prefer that Elizabeth stay

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