A Christmas Gone Perfectly Wrong: A Blackshear Family Novella (B 0.5) - Plot & Excerpts
His first glimpse of the girl would then have been indoors, seated, with her hair bound tidily back, and their first dialogue would have been an inquisition so tedious as to temper the allure of those great swooping clean-edged curves that made up her prodigal mouth. But with no way of knowing what lay in store, he hadn’t any reason to avoid the detour. The clouds broke above him, he turned down a lane whose towering yews promised a bit of shelter, and trouble found him, in torrents that put the winter squall to shame. * * * December 1807 “Might you like to go back inside, and I’ll take the ribbons?” John Coachman flexed his leather-clad fingers. Two minutes more, maybe three, and he’d be grabbing the reins without asking. His silent disapproval of this yew-lane digression grew more evident by the furlong. “Not necessary. We ought to be hard by the place now. And if I’m inside, I won’t have the proper view to know when we’re upon it.” With one hand Andrew jammed his hat more securely down.
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