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 a limpet and

the inevitable, and opens his mouth over hers

kisses… Rhett and Scarlet… Kate and

They had nothing.

them, his face

slip fingers into his. “It’s something

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

misheard him. “Sorry, what was

“Marry me.” In his outstretched hand is the ring

I swallow hard.

take it.” He offers the ring to

around me, silence has fallen. Every face is

get enough

think

can.” He presses the ring into my palm, curling my fingers around it. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried

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

*****

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

“Um, with everything that happened, I don’t think…” But she’s cut short

soon. Charlotte, if you would like to release your death-grip on Cara for five minutes, Michael and

Her forehead crinkles.

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

widen.

woollens, scarf and gloves and

“But Cara…”

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

“Aren’t you coming?”

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

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