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Оглавление“Bonjour,” Laura said, in better French than before.
He sat up to see her walk into the den carrying a tray with brioches, juice and coffee. She wore a navy T-shirt and jeans and was charmingly barefoot.
“Stay where you are. It’s Christmas morning and you deserve to be waited on.”
She put the tray on the coffee table and handed him a mug of coffee. His attention was drawn to her fragrance and the blond hair she’d left long. It hung over one shoulder.
“Joyeux Noël! Your housekeeper has been helping me with the pronunciation.”
Ping went the guilt again, for enjoying this moment with her. He was close to speechless.
“That sounded perfect. But you shouldn’t be waiting on me when you’re the guest.”
“I think we’ve graduated beyond that point.”
Her laughing blue eyes traveled over him, warming him in new places.
