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She stirred against the warry longing within her for hi had only intensified it As the lateness of Christmas Eve had slipped into the early hours of Christ Now the grey light of a winter’s es of the thick curtains Max had drawn across the sht

It was Christ up in Max’s are Suddenly her exciteht theiven her the kind of Christ to ruin it now by dwelling on as or wasn’t between theive it a na from her as she did so

‘Happy Christmas’ His eyes opened as she whispered the words

‘Now I knoould have been ’ His dark eyes held the promise of more passion as he pulled her closer to his naked body ‘You’

‘But you don’t like Christmas,’ she whispered as ested they delay their honey her that he wanted only to be with her Instantly she regretted saying anything as the shutters of steel ca the passion she’d seen brewing there again

‘I was si isn’t the saifts, but on Fiesta de Los Tres Reyes early in January Twelfth Night here’ She kneas hiding so he’d just said was a cover for what he was really feeling—or not

‘So why have you done all this?’ She looked around the room, at the subtle decorations that left her in no doubt she was in a cottage decked out for Christether—and it had achieved that in the most spectacularly passionate way—but not in the way she really wanted Perhaps she should do as she’d thought last night and accept that the man whose child she carried wasn’t capable of ee that, just as he’d told her when he first walked out on their new e

He hadn’t wanted her to say what she felt, hadn’t wanted to hear those words spoken aloud

‘Because it would h I can’t say what you want me to say, I care about you’

It wasn’t what she wanted to hear right now, but she certainly wasn’t going to spoil Christs he’d done, the way he’d been last night, gave her hope

Max could almost hear a pin drop in the room as Lisa listened then thankfully accepted what he’d said He got up, enjoying the way her gaze lingered on his body, which still wanted her despite their night of passion