Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Midnightin theSnow
- Dedication page
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- ChristmasUNDER THESTARS
- TheCHRISTMASSECRET
- TheCHRISTMASLIGHTS
- TheChristmasParty
- Together byChristmas
- There’s a Karen Swan book for every season . . .
- Midnight in the Snow
- Also by Karen Swan
‘. . . Why would she call in her lawyers?’ Clover frowned. ‘It’s not a crime to know, or make public, the fact that they were engaged!’
He shrugged again.
‘And why didn’t Matty tell me she’d got hold of her? Or you?’
‘We wanted to, but it’s not like she’s given us anything but an earful so far. We thought it was better to let you . . . rest. You’ve been stretched too thin lately. What with the stress of dealing with Kit, getting punched in the face, the news about Mikey, then almost skiing off the side of the mountain . . .! No wonder you needed the peace and quiet of the city.’
Clover sighed, squeezing his arm gratefully. She still flinched every time she heard Mikey’s name; his death had been widely carried in the news. ‘So where is she now?’
‘Well, that’s the other thing. Her and Julian . . .’ He arched an eyebrow. ‘It’s officially on.’
‘Oh.’ Clover’s shoulders slumped.
‘Yeah. He followed up the flowers with more flowers, then dinner, and . . . she’s scarcely been back since.’
‘What? So you’ve been up here every night on your own? With them?’ She jerked her chin towards the ceiling.
‘I know! How brave am I?’ He flexed a bicep. ‘. . . They’ve actually been decent; let me continue filming, no probs . . . We’ve had a laugh.’ He winked. ‘It’s amazing how nice Kit is when you’re not around.’
‘Thanks!’ she chuckled. ‘I told you it was personal.’
‘Oh it’s personal all right. I think he actually likes fighting with you.’ He looked back at her. ‘You should have seen his face when Matty told us at breakfast that you’d gone to see your brother for a few days! He was stunned. Like it hadn’t occurred to him that you actually could act of your own free will.’
‘Yeah. I’ll bet he was gutted.’
‘He has been pretty flat, actually. Beau’s extended his stay in Saas-Fee; he’s meeting us now in St Moritz.’
‘Really?’ she asked interestedly. ‘. . . It definitely sounds like he’s finding his wings.’
‘Yeah, I agree.’
She sank onto her bed and fell back, her arms outstretched. ‘So, are you all set for leaving tomorrow?’ she asked. ‘It’s gone by quite quickly, don’t you think?’
‘I’m certainly going to miss that view; and the gym. And Fin’s cooking. And Carlotta’s creepy instinct for appearing around corners unannounced.’
‘Yeah. We’ve been spoilt . . . How did Kit look in training? Do you think he’s ready?’
‘Physically, yes.’ He tapped his head. ‘But I think the news about Mikey has definitely got to him. The vibe’s been different up there this week. I don’t think he’s looking forward to tonight. There’ll be a load of press there.’
‘Where?’