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Back in theher braid to shake her hair free, she went to the closet and dug to the back, where she found a large box

It was time to reclaim Christmas

Reaching into her farandarland of colorful felt stars and the Christe ornaments fros, and her heart lifted to her throat

She decorated the s the ornaments on the wooden mantel above the fire, and then stepped back to look That would have to do, at least until she got a tree at the Christmas market A lump rose in her throat She’d make sure Freddie had a wonderful Christmas—

There was a hard knock at the door,Who was it? Elke with freshly baked gingerbread? Horst, offering to shovel snow? Brushing off sos, Holly opened the door

And her smile dropped

“Holly” Stavros’s coldly handsolowered down at her His voice was low, barely rowl

Her lips parted in a silent gasp

“Is it true?” he deht His jawline was dark with five-o’clock shadow, and his powerful form filled the door, all broad shoulders and e of the snowy road, she saw his driver waiting inside a black luxury SUV that looked totally out of place in this rural Swiss valley

Terror went through her Her baby He’d come for her baby! Instinctively she started to close the door in his face “I don’t want to see you—”

“Too bad” Reaching out a powerful arm, he blocked the door, and pushed his way inside

Shivering with sickening fear, she stepped back as he closed the door behind him He calmly shook the snowflakes from his Italian cashmere coat

He was even erous

“I heard a ru fireplace and holoves, he tucked them into his pockets and turned to her with narrowed eyes His voice was colder than the frigid winter air outside “Is it true?”

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