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11 pages, Audible Audio
First published January 15, 2013
“They lay facing one another, and he gazed at her with uncomplicated pleasure. She was beautiful, and he felt like a boy, bowled over by her. He was infatuated by her, certainly. Maybe even in love with her.”
“She looked delightful when she laughed. She looked delightful when she did many things, of course: when she danced, when she looked up at him from her writing desk with a distracted expression, when she was kind to untalented would-be poets. But he did especially love the way she laughed. He loved the way she was hiding her laugh behind her hand as she listened to Gertie, her merry silver eyes sparkling above. Loved the beautiful quirk of her lips. Loved her—
Loved her.
He loved her.”
“21st December, 1812
Dear Mr. Andrews,
Thank you for your letter of 2nd December. I enclose, by way of a Christmas gift, a lambswool scarf. I beg that you will wear this to keep off draughts. It will not do for you to neglect your health. My letters to my husband must not go unanswered.
In fulfilment of my wifely duties, I will send another invitation next year. You may wish to draft your reply now to save time.
Kind Regards
Rose Truman,
Countess of Stanhope.”
“Suddenly, I find I don’t know what to say,” he said with a humorless laugh. “After coming three hundred miles to see you.”
She stared at him, not knowing what to say either. She couldn’t imagine why he was here. After a moment, he closed the distance that separated them. It took him two long strides. She had to tip her head to look into his face then, and when she did, it was to see that he appeared deeply troubled.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“You didn’t invite me for Christmas,” he said at last, and she wondered if she’d misheard him. His words were so unexpected, so at odds with his unhappy expression. “Every year, you invite me for Christmas,” he added. “Except this one.”

“Would it have made a difference, if you’d known?” he asked, his voice husky, his hazel eyes pleading.
And in that instant, something quickened deep inside her, a seed of hope germinating when she’d thought she was done with hope forever.
“Yes,” she whispered, gazing into his eyes. “It would have made all the difference in the world.”

