The Mrs. Clause: Capricorn Cove Series, #4
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Collins
My name is Collins Knight, or at least it was, once upon a time. I've been married to Nicholas Del Laurentis for nearly a decade, yet we've spent half that time residing in different houses, different countries, ignoring the reality of our arranged marriage.
That was until I decided I wanted a baby. Nick won't divorce me so I'm left with no other option. It's time to invoke the Mrs. Clause of our marriage contract.
Nick
My wife has no idea what she's asking. A baby? Oh, I can help with that. But she's opened the door now, and I'm not about to let her close it again.
This Christmas it's time to unwrap my favorite gift - one piece of clothing at a time.
Warning: Dearest reader, this arranged marriage novella is filled with jingling bells, unusual uses for candy canes, surprise gifts and a jolly St Nick who knows how to handle his chimney. So, get thee a Santa Baby and settle in - this sexy holiday romance will leave you hovering under the mistletoe.
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The Mrs. Clause - Evie Mitchell
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Collins
Istood outside the London office of Knight and Del Laurentis Industries, shivering in the cold air. I watched the building, my breath misting in front of my face as I hunched my shoulders, hugging my arms around myself, searching for a modicum of warmth. Even dressed in my goose-down coat, wool scarf, and knit hat, I couldn't seem to warm the ice flowing through my veins.
You can do this, Collins. He's only a man. He can only say no.
But that no? It would kill me.
My phone buzzed with incoming texts.
Honey
You’ve got this, Collins. Don’t take no for an answer.
Anika
If you need me to kill him, let me know. I’m very handy with a knife.
Ella
And I have a husband who owns multiple boats
Blue
Between all of us, we’ll get the job done. No worries.
I huffed out a quiet laugh, beyond grateful for the supportive women in my corner.
Honey
Now get in there!
I straightened my shoulders, sucked in a breath and strode through the revolving glass doors of the imposing building. I'd never set foot in his office before, but the signs positioned next to the elevators indicated my destination was the top floor.
I pressed the elevator button, the doors glided silently shut behind me as I practised calming techniques. The number above the door silently ticked over as the cart rose, taking me closer to my end goal.
Deep breaths, Collins. Just breathe. He’s just a man you used to know.
The elevator doors slid open, and I strode to the reception desk, hoping I projected a confidence I didn’t feel.
A man in a stylish suit sat behind the imposing wood and steel counter, one eyebrow cocked as he took me in.
Can I help you?
His crisp British accent reminded me of just how far I was from home.
Woman up, Collins. You're here to do a job. Now get it done.
I have an appointment with Mr. Del Laurentis at five o'clock.
The man pursed his lips then typed something into the computer. It beeped and he paled, his gaze shooting back to me.
Mrs. Del Laurentis, of course. My apologies. I should have recognised you.
He stood, gesturing for me to follow him to the waiting area. Your husband is just in with a client at the moment. They won't be long. Can I take your coat? Would you like a cup of tea or coffee? Perhaps water?
No, I'm fine,
I told him.
After a brief battle, I allowed him to take my coat, giving the poor boy something to do instead of hovering awkwardly. I settled on an uncomfortable chair in the waiting room, hands clasped tight in my lap.
The giant diamond on my left hand twinkled. I rarely wore my wedding ring, and not just because it was a clunky thing, always catching on things. I had hidden my marriage from everyone—relegating it to a painful past I had wished to forget. The world of big diamonds and corporate buildings was as far from my every day as could be.
Hence why you came to London.
The trip across the ocean had cost me. My little town of Capricorn Cove in Astipia was a world away from the bustle and hype of London.
But this was where Nick was, and so here I sat—awaiting a husband who I hadn’t seen or spoken to in five years.
Oh, I’d seen images of him on newspaper stands or online magazines. Each article singing his praises as the next financial wizard.
A door down the hall opened, and two men walked out. Nick and the man chatted easily, laughing as they walked down to the exit.
My heart clenched as I took him in.
No one looking at him could mistake his Italian heritage. His dark hair was stylishly windswept, his molasses eyes still brimming with intelligence and unmistakable secrets. Of average height, Nick and I stood nearly eye-to-eye, something I had, once upon a time, enjoyed. But that was before our wedding. Before words were spoken that could never be taken back.
Breathe Collins.
Great to see you, Erik. I'll be in touch about that boat.
Of course, Nick. Have a great Christmas.
The men shook hands and clapped each other's backs before Erik, a fellow Astipian if I picked his accent correctly, exited via the lifts.
I watched Nick turn to his receptionist, a smile still on his lips. Has my wife arrived, Gareth?
Yes, sir. She's in the waiting room.
I watched Nick turn, our gazes meeting for the first time in five years.
"Hello, Nick."
We considered each other, him expressionless, me attempting to hide my emotions. From the flush on my face, I suspected I didn't quite manage that feat.
Shall we?
Nick finally asked, his perusal of me having reached its conclusion. I saw no reaction on his face as to whether or not he approved.
Yes,
I finally said, injecting steel into my voice. I stood, and he placed a hand on the small of my back, guiding me to his office.
The heat of his palm seared through the material of my dress, sending goosebumps racing across my back.
I took a seat, surprised when he sat on the chair beside mine rather than behind his imposing desk. He leaned forward, his hands resting absently on his lap.
I squirmed in my chair, the small of my back continuing to tingle as if landed by his touch.
What brings you to London, Collins?
I drew in a breath, knowing this was the