New Year Kisses. Кэрол Мортимер

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      ‘Josh…?’ Max repeated slowly. ‘The same Josh who is marrying your cousin—Sara, isn’t it?—on Saturday?’ He looked accusingly at January, the sharpness of that gaze reminding her that it was the same Josh who had kissed her on Saturday evening!

      ‘That’s the one,’ March confirmed. ‘Although I’m not sure if the wedding will still be going ahead, in the circumstances?’ She looked across at May.

      ‘I’ll telephone Aunt Lyn in a moment.’ May nodded. ‘How awful for them all.’ She shook her head distractedly.

      ‘Hang on a minute,’ January protested, having been listening to this conversation with increasing incredulity.

      She had known Josh most of her life, had, as she’d told Max on Saturday, been at school with him, and while there was no doubting Josh could be a little boisterous at times, liked to have fun, he also didn’t have a vicious bone in his body.

      ‘They have to have the wrong man.’ She shook her head dismissively. ‘Josh isn’t capable of attacking anyone, let alone seven women.’

      ‘Oh, no, you misunderstood me,’ March apologized with a grimace. ‘Josh was the one who was attacked,’ she explained disgustedly. ‘Beaten up pretty badly, from what I gather.’

      What the hell—?

      Now Max was as confused as January looked. Although, he had to admit, a few seconds ago he had been angry with her at her defence of the other man…!

      ‘But he’s a man!’ January burst out incredulously.

      As well she might. As far as Max had been able to gather—although, having been out of the country for several months, he was obviously a latecomer to these random attacks—all the other victims had been women.

      ‘Are they sure it was the Night Striker?’ He frowned his own puzzlement.

      ‘Positive,’ March confirmed, seeming to have forgotten her antagonism towards him—for the moment. ‘Same M.O., or whatever they call it.’ She grimaced.

      ‘Modus operandi,’ Max murmured frowningly. ‘Latin,’ he explained as he glanced up to find all three sisters looking at him.

      March nodded, her gaze mocking. ‘Being a lawyer, you would know that.’

      His mouth twisted. ‘I wouldn’t be a very good one if I didn’t.’

      ‘And we’re all sure that you’re very good,’ March taunted.

      ‘Thank you,’ he accepted dryly, easily guessing it wasn’t meant as a compliment; March was more sharp-tongued than he was himself. ‘I accept that the method may be the same,’ he acknowledged slowly. ‘But the fact that the victim was a man this time makes it totally different.’

      In fact, it didn’t make much sense to him. Okay, so the last six victims, all women, had been badly beaten rather than raped, but that still didn’t explain why it had been a man who was attacked this time… The good-natured Josh, of all people. No wonder the police were being a little cagey about the information they gave out!

      ‘Sara must be so upset,’ January said worriedly.

      As Max might have known she would; of the three sisters, January was definitely the most empathetic.

      ‘If none of you mind waiting for dinner, I’ll telephone Aunt Lyn now and see how Josh is. And Sara, of course,’ May murmured distractedly before leaving the room.

      ‘And I’ll open the wine,’ Max suggested briskly, seeing that a certain amount of shock was starting to set in with all the sisters now; hearing of the attacks the last six months couldn’t have been very pleasant, having it arrive on their own doorstep, so to speak, must be even more shocking. ‘Could you get me a corkscrew, January?’ he said briskly as neither sister moved.

      ‘Oh. Of course.’ She moved frowningly to one of the drawers, taking out the corkscrew to hand it to him distractedly.

      ‘And some glasses, March?’ he prompted lightly as he deftly removed the cork.

      March blinked, her smile derisive as she seemed to guess what he was doing. ‘Certainly, sir,’ she drawled, reaching up to take four wineglasses from one of the cabinets.

      ‘Thank you,’ Max accepted dryly, starting to pour the wine.

      ‘You’re welcome,’ March derided. ‘Mmm,’ she murmured appreciatively after her first sip of the wine. ‘Just what we need to cheer us all up.’

      ‘Maybe I should have brought two bottles,’ Max teased.

      ‘Maybe you should.’ March nodded, grey-green eyes dancing with humour.

      ‘January?’ Max prompted as she made no effort to pick up one of the glasses.

      In fact, she seemed totally distracted, he acknowledged with a searching frown, her face unnaturally pale, her eyes so deep a grey they looked almost black.

      It was awful that their cousin’s future husband had been the Night Striker’s latest victim, but unless Max was mistaken, January seemed more stunned by it than her sisters…?

      ‘I still can’t believe it.’ She shook her head before picking up her glass of wine and taking a sip.

      For all the notice she took of its delicate taste and fragrance he might as well have brought a bottle of cheap plonk!

      ‘There must have been some sort of mistake,’ January said. ‘I can’t believe anyone could have deliberately set out to hurt Josh. He’s just so nice, so unassuming; as far as I’m aware, he doesn’t have an enemy in the world—’ She broke off, a stricken look on her face now as she slowly turned to look at Max.

      It was a look Max didn’t like one little bit!

      Surely January couldn’t think—didn’t believe—

      ‘January?’ he prompted harshly.

      ‘Yes?’ She swallowed hard, looking more bewildered than ever now.

      ‘March, would you leave us for a few minutes?’ Max requested, his gaze still fixed icily on January.

      ‘January?’ March prompted softly.

      ‘I—yes. Fine.’ January nodded dazedly, her gaze studiously avoiding Max’s now.

      ‘In that case, I think I’ll go and see how May is getting on,’ March drawled before leaving.

      Max moved to stand in front of January, his hand under her chin as he tilted her face up to his, forcing her to look at him. And he didn’t like what he saw in her eyes!

      ‘You don’t seriously think I had anything to do with this attack on Josh?’ he rasped disbelievingly.

      Because he could clearly see that the possibility had definitely crossed her mind—if only briefly!

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