“What? Wait? Give me those flowers.” He wrenched them from her hands and threw then aside. “I watched that magpie steal them from an urn and give them to you as if he’d just plucked them from his own garden.” “How dare you waltz in here as if you hadn’t done anything wrong? And to accuse me of cavorting with Mr. Tweedy.” “Damnation, Gwen!” he whispered and grabbed hold of her. A prickle of fear that he didn’t fully understand caused Crispin to gently squeeze her arms. But he knew he couldn’t lose her. “I don’t want him touching you. Or anyone else for that matter. Don’t you know I was trying my best to get here?” “No. Why should I know that?” “Because I promised you and your sisters I’d be here. I am here now.” “Too late for them. They had to go to bed. You were not here on Christmas Eve.” Her voice cracked, but she kept going. “It’s Christmas Day. You made me and my sisters fall in love with you and now you have forsaken all of us!” “Forsaken?
What do You think about The Duke And Miss Christmas?
