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like to share food, but she nodded anyway. He took a forkful of shepherd’s pie.
“Yeah, that’s just like I remembered it,” he said. “I haven’t had it here for years—usually when I’m up here I eat either on the estate or at my hotel, but it’s nice to know this place is still as good as I thought.”
She glanced at the clock over the fireplace when they were almost done eating.
“Did you say you had to get back for a call at two thirty? Because it’s almost two.”
He looked at his watch and sighed.
“One of the benefits of working over the holidays is there’s never an issue when I take long lunches, but one of the downsides is I always wish they were longer.” He waved at the waitress and asked for the bill.
He took her arm again when they left the pub as they walked back to the car. It felt so natural to walk with him like this. The way their arms fit together, the way their strides matched each other’s, the way her shoulder rubbed against his arm; it all felt so easy and familiar.
She’d only known this man for three days—what was she even thinking? How was it possible for her to be this relaxed when she was this close to him? She had no idea, but she was.
He opened her car door for her, and she shivered when she got into the car. He smiled at her.
“Don’t worry, the heater in this car works quickly.”
He started the car to drive the short distance back to the estate. She watched him as he drove with one hand lightly on the wheel, one on the gear shift, his warm brown eyes straight ahead. He had such a kind face. An attractive one, too, obviously, but part of the reason she’d been so immediately drawn to him had been the way his eyes smiled at her, the way the lines on his face crinkled when he laughed, the way he could share a joke with her without saying a word.
“I’m sorry,” he said, without looking at her. “I just have to do this.” He pulled over suddenly, right after a big row of trees.
She looked behind them, expecting to see a police car or something, but there was no one.
“What is it?” She turned back toward him.
He shook his head and took his seat belt off, then hers.
“I can’t sit here and drive back to Sandringham with you looking at me like that without doing this.” He put his arms around her, pulled her to him, and kissed her. She was so surprised, she didn’t kiss back at first. He sat back and relaxed his hold on her. “I’m sorry, I thought . . . Did you not . . . ?”
She grinned, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned forward.
“Oh, I did.”
This time, she kissed him. His kiss was just what she would have expected from him: firm, powerful, and somehow also tender. She hadn’t kissed someone with this much abandon in years; she’d forgotten just how great a really good kiss could be. Finally, he pulled back and kissed her cheek on the way.
“The last thing in the whole world I want is to stop this, but—”
She nodded.
“You have to get back, I know.”
He sighed and reached over to put her seat belt back on her. Why did that tiny gesture touch her heart so much? Don’t get ridiculous, V. This is just a little Christmas fling.
He put his own seat belt on and started the car again.
“I very much hope no member of the royal family drove by and saw that, but then, I didn’t care enough about it not to kiss you right here in the middle of the road.” He grinned at her. “However, I did have the foresight to pull over with these trees to camouflage us.”
She grinned back at him.
“I’m very glad you kissed me in the middle of the road, Malcolm,” she said.
He turned into the estate.
“So am I.”
A few minutes later, he dropped her off in front of Sycamore Cottage.
“I’ll see you tomorrow? For riding?”
She could feel the smile spread across her face.
“See you tomorrow.”
She walked up to the front door. She turned back when she got there, and he was still standing there smiling at her. James opened the door for her, and she waved to Malcolm. He waved back before he drove away.
Chapter Six
Malcolm looked over at Vivian, once again atop Polly, her seat just as