*Alistair*

‘I can feel her pulling away from me again,’ Blackwood thought darkly to himself.

A few days had passed since the night of the gala. Christmas, itself, had been marvelously pleasant. More pleasant than he ever imagined.

Due to the gala’s success, the media had been nothing but kind and, dare he say, generous in regards to Daphne’s image. Granted the man may have made a few phone calls to some of the news businesses before the ...