A Perfectly Dreadful Christmas
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"A Perfect Christmas? With you three in residence?" She stretched up to brush the snow from his shoulders. Her hair smelled of jasmine and roses. Nicholas drew it into his lungs and held it to keep himself from holding her.

Elizabeth touched her hand to his chest and handed his great coat to the butler before she turned back to Winterbourne and Delacroix. "A Perfectly Ordinary Christmas is what I said and I will settle for no less."