Widowed bookseller Lawrence Fenton has spent a lonely lifetime hiding who he is. He has convinced himself his feelings for his far too young, gorgeous, but troubled assistant Christy Shaw are nothing more than pride in his protégé and concern for his plight.<br><br>Christy’s life involves walking fine lines: one between his mother and his abusive stepfather, one where he must keep his needs hidden, and hardest of all, one where he must keep his feelings for his serious employer to himself.<br><br>Lame since birth, Lawrence cannot imagine anyone wanting him, least of all Christy. But when Christy’s life threatens to spiral out of control, Lawrence steps in. Then Christy’s emotions spill over into a kiss under the mistletoe at Christmas. Will Lawrence be able to face the long-buried truth about himself and keep Christy by his side?

The Mistletoe Kiss

“I love that you have hair,” he whispered, and Lawrence realised he was rubbing his nipples against it.


He paused and looked down, moved a lock of hair from Lawrence’s forehead, and kissed his nose.


“Kiss me, Lawrence. Kiss me like you will never let me go.”


Lawrence’s chin quirked and he fought to bring himself under control. “I will never let you go,” he choked.


“Christy,” Lawrence said. It was the first time he had said it out loud.


Chapter 29