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Chapters (67)
  1. Malory Family Tree
  2. The Present
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Home for the Holidays
  35. Dedication
  36. Chapter 1
  37. Chapter 2
  38. Chapter 3
  39. Chapter 4
  40. Chapter 5
  41. Chapter 6
  42. Chapter 7
  43. Chapter 8
  44. Chapter 9
  45. Chapter 10
  46. Chapter 11
  47. Chapter 12
  48. Chapter 13
  49. Chapter 14
  50. Chapter 15
  51. Chapter 16
  52. Chapter 17
  53. Chapter 18
  54. Chapter 19
  55. Chapter 20
  56. Chapter 21
  57. Chapter 22
  58. Chapter 23
  59. Chapter 24
  60. Chapter 25
  61. Chapter 26
  62. Chapter 27
  63. Chapter 28
  64. About the Author
  65. Praise for The Holiday Present
  66. Books by Johanna Lindsey
  67. About the Publisher

He was going to find them a new home. She vaguely remembered that being discussed last evening during dinner. If he went alone, he’d stay at the London office. If she went with him, he’d need to get them rooms at a hotel. She saw no reason to incur the extra expense. She hadn’t asked him about his finances. It wasn’t her place to ask. In the few conversations that she’d managed to hear when she wasn’t so deep in self-pity, she gathered that he’d found new markets in the Caribbean and was no longer worried on that front.

“I’ll stay here,” she replied.

“You’re feeling better?”

There was a great deal of concern in his expression. There was also some hesitancy in his tone that wasn’t like him. Her state of nearly deaf distraction since his return must have begun to seriously worry him. But she saw no reason to hedge about the subject now.

“Better, no. Fully cognizant again, yes.”

He smiled gently. “A little absentmindedness never—”

She cut in, “I might as well not have been here, Father, for all the awareness I’ve had lately. Do you know, I don’t even know what detained you from returning home when you were supposed to. Each time it has occurred to me to ask you, we haven’t been in the same room, and then I as quickly forgot about it again. But I’m sure Thomas and everyone else knows by now. I’m sure you’ve mentioned it to me as well . . .”

“Three times, actually.” He chuckled, then surprised her by saying, “Damn me, never thought I’d reach the point where I could laugh about any part of that ill-fated trip.”

“Ill-fated?”

“From the moment we entered the warmer waters of the West Indies. The island we came to first wasn’t a major one, though we were so happy to see land of any sort, we stopped there anyway. But as soon as we docked, we were met by the local magistrate and a full troop of guards, and charged with attacking one of the local plantation owners. The man was there to support the charge, and quite a gruesome account he gave of it, that his plantation house burned to the ground, including his barns, that our ship just sat offshore and continued to rain fire down upon his property for no apparent reason.”

“Someone actually did that to him?”