One Hundred Proposals. Holly Martin

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      ‘No, I wanted you to be with me when I did.’

      He smiled. ‘I’m honoured you would think of me. Where did you get it?’

      ‘I had dinner with Jules tonight, she found it amongst his things.’

      He pulled me down next to him on the sofa.

      ‘How’s your gorgeous niece?’

      He was delaying, trying to distract me, and I let him as I curled up at his side, the letter in my hand.

      ‘Beautiful, getting more beautiful each day. God she looks like Jack. The same dark hair, the same eyes. Even the same feet. It breaks my heart that she’ll never know him. He would have made a wonderful father.’

      ‘He met her though. Got to hold her. And when’s she old enough you can tell her all about him. Play all the practical jokes on her that he played on you.’

      ‘I’d like that.’

      He looked at the letter. ‘Do you want me to read it to you?’

      ‘No, I want to read it.’

      I stared at it. He stared at it. It would have been so much easier if the letters were like the Howlers in Harry Potter, where the envelope would simply shout the contents at you, whether you wanted to open it or not.

      ‘Come on love.’ Harry put his arm round me. ‘It’s a big deal, I get that. But are you not dying to see what he says. I know I am.’

      I quickly slid my thumb under the flap and ripped open the envelope. The letter inside was small, so no huge reams of big brotherly advice then.

      I pulled it out and opened it. Harry respectfully waited for his turn to read it. As I started to read, Harry’s fingers stroked the back of my neck.