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…

as she latches on like a limpet and pulls

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

film kisses… Rhett and Scarlet…

They had nothing.

watches them, his

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

other hand, turning it over and over in his

him. “Sorry, what

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

I swallow hard.

He offers

fallen. Every face is staring my

get enough

I… think

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

turn to him. “Kirstie, what

*****

forced. “I don’t see any new jewellery. I don’t smell perfume and you don’t have your

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

your death-grip on Cara for five minutes, Michael and I will show you your Christmas present. Your present

Her forehead crinkles.

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

widen.

woollens, scarf and gloves and

“But Cara…”

take her,” she says. She grins too,

“Aren’t you coming?”

would prefer

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