A Very Gothic Christmas by Christine Feehan & Melanie George

Author:Christine Feehan & Melanie George
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Books

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12

“COME ON, BRENDA, you have to come with us,” Tara wheedled. “It will be fun.”

“Are you certain you’re feeling better? You were so sick this morning. I almost made Robert get Paul to bring in a helicopter to transport you to the hospital. And now you’re jumping around like nothing happened.”

Jessica looked up alertly. Everyone had gathered in the kitchen, sleeping late as usual so that it was early evening. “Tara was sick this morning? Why didn’t someone come and get me?”

“Both the children were sick this morning and I handled it just fine, thank you very much,” Brenda announced. “Some kind of stomach flu. You know, Jessie, you aren’t the only one with maternal instinct. I was a miracle of comfort to them. Not to mention I was being wonderfully helpful and discreet to give you and Dillon time to . . . er . . . work things out.”

Trevor made a rude noise, somewhere between a raspberry and a choking cough. “A miracle of comfort? Brenda, you were hanging out the window gagging and calling for smelling salts. Robert didn’t know whether to run to you, Tara, or me. The poor guy was cleaning up the floor half the day.”

“Robert, you are a true prince,” Jessica flashed him a grateful smile. “Thank you for cleaning up after them.”

“Just remember it was my good sense to notice him,” Brenda took the credit.

Don made a face. “I thought we were working today. I want to finish the recording and see what we have. Do we have to do this now?”

“We’re staying up all night working,” Paul pointed out. “By the time we get up, most the day is gone and we lose the light we need hunting for the Christmas tree. I say we go now.”

Don muttered softly beneath his breath, his gaze studiously avoiding Dillon’s.

Jessica frowned, studying the twins. “You both had the stomach flu? I was feeling a bit queasy this morning myself. Did anyone else? Maybe we all ate something bad.”

“Brian’s pancakes,” Brenda said instantly, “ghastly things designed to drive us all mad with monotony. Devoid of all nutrition and basically the worst meal on the face of the earth. And if you ask me, he’s trying to poison me.” She blew him a kiss, pure glee on her face. “The heinous plot won’t work, genius though it might be, because I have a cast-iron stomach.”

Brian leapt up out of his chair, nearly knocking it over. “I make pancakes that are works of art, Brenda,” he snapped, as if goaded beyond endurance. “I don’t see you slaving away in the kitchen for all of us.”

“And you won’t ever, darling—the very idea makes me shudder,” she said complacently. “Trivial things should be left to trivial people.”

“The children are fighting again,” Jessica pointed out with a soft sigh, leaning into the comfort of Dillon’s body. “And as usual, it isn’t the twins.”

“Tara, are you certain you’re feeling well enough to go traipsing around in the woods? It’s cold out and the wind is really blowing.

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