It gave her a great view of the Christmas tree, which she looked at now with pleasure and a little sadness. The pleasure came because not only did the tree look good, but it had been the magnet that had the king, Hunter, and her eating meals in this room now. She hoped they’d spend the evening here tonight, too. A relaxed, quiet antidote to last night’s small dinner party. The sadness came because it reminded her that she was missing the Craig Christmas today for the first time since she was thirteen. Reese had said it was about time she separated from her family. God, how had she swallowed that? He’d never separated from his mother, not the least little bit. She propped her chin on her hands and faced the truth. She wasn’t going to shed any tears over Reese Warrington. Not now, not ever. Reese was weak, but he wasn’t a totally bad guy.
