Back Midnight in the Snow
Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Midnightin theSnow
  3. Dedication page
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Epilogue
  38. Acknowledgements
  39. ChristmasUNDER THESTARS
  40. TheCHRISTMASSECRET
  41. TheCHRISTMASLIGHTS
  42. TheChristmasParty
  43. Together byChristmas
  44. There’s a Karen Swan book for every season . . .
  45. Midnight in the Snow
  46. Also by Karen Swan

He shrugged, pulling the tie from under his collar. ‘Well, that should please you at least.’

‘You could get arrested! Why won’t you defend yourself?’ she cried, stepping towards him.

‘Why are you assuming she’s lying?’ He threw the tie onto the floor and began unbuttoning his cuffs.

‘I . . . I’m not assuming anything. I just don’t know what to believe.’

He stared at her as he shook his head slowly. ‘Clover, whether you believe it or don’t believe it – it really makes no difference.’ He shrugged off his shirt and let it fall too. He jerked his chin in the direction of the door. ‘Shut the door on your way out.’

She watched as he walked into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind him. She stared at it, her heart pounding against her ribs as she heard the sound of the shower starting up. There could be only one reason why he was being like this, why he wasn’t fighting back – because he couldn’t. It had to be true.

He was everything she’d ever said he was. She’d known it from the start.

He was the man who’d forced Cory Allbright into those waves. He was a man who used his fists.

He was a monster.

Wasn’t he?

The door opened.

Kit stopped, silhouetted briefly, his hand already on the light switch before he saw her, lying there.

‘. . . What the fuck are you doing?’ His voice was a croak; it was a shock too far for his body tonight.

‘What does it look like?’ she asked calmly, even though she had no idea what she was doing. She was a stranger to herself tonight. ‘I’m having a bath.’

The moonlight glinted on the copper as it fell through the glass walls.

‘. . . I told you to get out.’

‘No, you told me to shut the door on my way out. I haven’t gone yet.’

‘Clover . . .’ There was a warning note in his voice. ‘I can’t deal with your games right now.’

‘There’s no games. You told me I was welcome to have a bath here, any time I wanted. Day or night.’ They both remembered the sarcasm that had dripped from those same words the night he’d said them at the restaurant, all those weeks ago now.

He stared back at her, then closed his eyes. He looked done in. ‘Fine. Have the damn bath then.’ He switched off the bathroom light and let his towel fall, climbing into his bed. He turned off the bedside light and turned away from her.

Silence settled over the room.