Claiming His Christmas Bride. Кэрол Мортимер

own, either.

      She grimaced. ‘Sam, I doubt it’s escaped your notice that I’m not involved with anyone just now.’

      He shrugged. ‘What do you think of David and Gideon?’

      Molly frowned her puzzlement at this abrupt turn in the conversation. ‘What do I think of them as what?’

      It was Sam’s turn to grimace. ‘Well, I think Crys has one of them in mind as your future husband and father of your children.’

      ‘She what?’ Molly gasped her bewilderment, sitting rigidly in her chair now, unable to hide her horror at what Sam was suggesting.

      ‘Don’t tell her I said anything,’ Sam told her hastily. ‘I think it’s all this domesticity that’s gone to her head and infused her with this desire to matchmake for you,’ he added affectionately. ‘She wants everyone to be as happy as we are.’

      Molly blinked dazedly. ‘Yes, but—’

      ‘Crys assures me that David and Gideon are both extremely eligible men,’ her stepbrother teased.

      ‘They may be—’ her voice rose slightly ‘—but David was only recently widowed. And as for Gideon—I don’t happen to—’

      ‘Not a word to Crys about any of this, Molly,’ Sam warned softly as plates were put on the table. ‘She won’t be very happy with me if she knows I’ve said anything to you.’

      ‘But—’

      ‘I’ll put Peter in his cradle and then we can all have breakfast.’ He spoke normally as he bent to take Peter and crossed the room to put him in the cradle that stood in the corner of the kitchen.

      Molly stared after him, totally bewildered by their conversation.

      What did he mean, Crys was matchmaking between her and David or Gideon? She wasn’t due to start working with David until the end of January, and after today she hoped never to meet Gideon Webber ever again, so exactly when was this matchmaking supposed to take place?

      She had a definite feeling she wasn’t going to like the answer to that question.