“No, my lord.” With a shake of her head she began a sedate walk back to the crowd of excited young people still running under the mistletoe, his question troubling her. “Then why did you run away?” He stared frankly into her eyes.
“I thought so as well,” Jenny replied and straightened her pelisse, settling it over her green cashmere gown in an effort to stem the chill air she had begun to feel again. “I thought you wanted me to catch you,” the young man said, adjusting his gloves impatiently. It has been altered to adhere to the WWW rules. Today’s snippet follows immediately after last week’s. Now that she’s done so, she’d having second thoughts. Jenny wants to outrun Lord Somersby and avoid his kiss. They spy a mistletoe ball high in a tree and begin to play a game of running beneath the mistletoe.
Jenny and the other young people at her aunt’s Christmas house party are out in the woods cutting greenery for decorations. More from my Regency Christmas story, A Kiss Beneath the Mistletoe.
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