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  2. Title Page
  3. One
  4. December 21st
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. December 22nd
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. December 23rd
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. December 24th
  28. Twenty-two
  29. Twenty-three
  30. December 25th
  31. Twenty-four
  32. Copyright Page

“It went exactly as I expected,” Grayson said briskly. “He will be gone by morning.”

She nodded. Who?

“With any luck at all, we shall never see him again.” He paused. “I don’t think it’s necessary to tell Camille her prince was an imposter intent upon her money.”

Camille stifled a gasp.

“After all, what good would it do to tell her the truth? It would serve no purpose except to make her feel like a fool.”

“She does hate to have her mistakes pointed out to her,” Camille murmured.

“Believe me, I am aware of that.”

So her prince wasn’t a prince, after all. She should have been furious; but, in truth, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Even better, Grayson had gotten rid of the man for her.

“Then we are agreed?”

“Absolutely.”

“Do you know where she is?”

“I have no idea.” She shook her head. “The library, perhaps?”

“She wasn’t there a few minutes ago, but I’ll check. If not, I’ll see her in the morning, I suppose.”

“She said something about a dreadful headache, so she has probably gone to bed. I wouldn’t bother her tonight. This has all been most stressful on her, you know.”

“I know, and I’m afraid I haven’t helped.” He shook his head. “I know this will come as no surprise to you, but I’ve been an idiot.”

“Oh?” Her heart thudded in her chest.

“We had a stupid argument last night and I failed to tell her, well, all sorts of things I should have.”

“You failed to tell her you love her?” She held her breath.

“Again.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I thought I would have had all this settled by now, but I still have arrangements to make. I suppose this will have to wait until morning.”

She wanted to grin like a madwoman. “It will be a lovely gift then. She is usually most forgiving on Christmas.”

“Why are you being so nice?” Suspicion sounded in his voice.

“It’s Christmas Eve.”

“Yes, of course.” He paused. “Well, then, Merry Christmas, Beryl.”

She smiled. “Merry Christmas, Grayson.”

He nodded and headed toward the library.

She started toward her room as if she were walking on air. He loved her. He wasn’t going anywhere. And he had indeed rescued her, even if she hadn’t known she needed rescuing.

She would wait until the morning and then she’d give him the best gift a woman could give a man.

She’d tell him he was right.

December 25th

December 25th

Twenty-four

Twenty-four