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Flo nearly wept when Callum, Miranda and Adrian returned to the little terrace house with her car. But it became clear that Callum had plans for her, too.
“Miranda is going to be very busy with her new business.” He gave Flo a meaningful stare. “She’s going to need help.”
“I can help.”
Miranda started to object. What could Flo do—aside from spend money like water? But Callum held up a hand, halting what she’d been about to say.
“I could help her with baking—as I did last week.”
That was true, her mother had been a great help in the time leading up to Pauline’s birthday.
“You could also probably take charge of hiring the crockery, cutlery and glasses that Miranda needs.”
“Yes, yes.” Flo looked animated. “I know a couple of places that would give me very good deals.”
Callum was brilliant.
Miranda could see what he was doing: giving her mother’s life meaning. And giving her responsibility. If it worked, it would be fantastic.
Callum had insisted on taking Miranda out for dinner. She needed a break from the mayhem that her family had caused. And afterward he took her to his town house for coffee.
The lights were blinking on the Christmas tree in the drawing room, giving his home a welcoming ambience after the cold and drizzle of the day. As they sat in two comfortable armchairs in front of a roaring fire, their cups of coffee untouched, Miranda said apologetically for the umpteenth time, “I’m terribly sorry for all the inconvenience my family has caused you.”
He waved a dismissive hand, not wanting her to take responsibility for her mother and brother. “Don’t worry about it. Everything is sorted out.”
She gave him a hesitant smile. “Not quite everything.”
“What have I overlooked?”
“I never answered your question.”
“Which one?”
But he knew.
Miranda looked suddenly anxious, and tension filled him.
“You mean my will-you-marry-me question?” he asked, on the remote chance he’d gotten it wrong.
For a second he thought she was going to turn and run. But she stayed. Her chin went up. “Is it still open for consideration?”
“I thought you said it would never work.”
She lifted her chin. “It will work. We’ll make it work. I want to marry you.”
“You want to marry me? Why?”
“Why do you think?”
Callum started to enjoy himself. “Because I have a family you like?”
Her teeth snapped shut. “No.”
“Because I have a country house you like…which even has horses?”
He knew the moment she sensed that he was teasing. The caramel-colored eyes he loved so much began to sparkle. “No—but I definitely want to visit again.”
“It must be because I lust after your body?”
She swallowed. “We-ll, that might be part of it.”
“Or because I love you?”
“What?” Her eyes went wide.
“I love you.” He started to laugh. “Don’t you know that by now?”
“I hoped but… I wasn’t sure.”
“Of course I love you—I think the whole world knows it.”
“How long…?”
“Well, it certainly wasn’t the first time I met you.”
“Nor the time I responded to your summons,” she said firmly.
“I just wanted to get that girl who’d called me a murderer off my conscience. But I hadn’t anticipated the effect a grown-up Miranda would have on my libido.” He rose to his feet and pulled her out of the armchair into his arms.
Miranda’s eyebrows lowered as she peered up at him. “You nearly married another woman.”
“Almost,” he said, grinning unrepentantly down at the woman he held in his arms, “but I didn’t. Actually, that was when I fell in love with you, though I didn’t realize it at the time. I just knew there was no way I could marry Petra—anyone—when all I could think about was you. It was only later that I realized it was love.”
“Look.” Miranda pointed. “Is that what I think it is?”
Callum peered up. “It’s mistletoe.”
“I thought so,” she said with supreme satisfaction.
