Yet Hugh found himself doing it for the second time in as many weeks. How many times did one have to hide in the darkness before it became a habit? Surely more than twice.He’d chosen the darkest window, one distant most from the center of the house. A pair of French doors had been thrown open above and to the right of him, spilling golden light across the veranda and out over the lawn. The falling snow had grown in its intensity, large flakes floating and swirling on capricious bursts of wind. Hugh leaned closer to the window, peering through and scanning the large room. So many people congregated in the large room it was impossible to single out just one.Gold and red silk, she’d told him. She’d be wearing gold and red silk. Dancers began to set up in the middle of the salon, but she was not among them.Someone stepped onto the balcony. As Hugh ducked into the bushes, he caught a flash of the colors he’d been seeking. He pushed aside a thick boxwood branch. The breath left him as though he’d taken a blow to the chest.
What do You think about Teach Me Under The Mistletoe?
