She stepped forward and the sun caught her hair, turning it to gold. Callum followed and her scent stayed with him. Vanilla. And a hint of honey this morning.

“Old Jim will already have put the horses out in the paddock.” He led her through the silent, snow-encrusted garden, their Wellingtons crunching on the snow that covered the cobbled pathways.

Mojo and Moxie padded up behind them, looking expectant. Callum eyed the dogs. “You can come but you need to behave. No running off.” Opening the gate set in an archway in the stone garden wall, he paused for a moment to let Miranda take in the vista before them.

“Wow.” She sounded awed.

“Come on.” He snagged her gloved hand in his. “Let me show you.”

They entered a lane lined with post-and-rail fencing and leafless trees, their boughs forming ghostly shapes that fragmented the stark landscape.

“It feels like we’re the only people in the whole world.”

He glanced down at her. “Maybe we are.”

With a hint of bravado that had been missing since he’d produced the proof of her father’s confession, she said, “You and me? That could be interesting.”

“Very,” he said drily and watched as color washed her cheeks.

She tried to wiggle her fingers free but he tightened his hold. “There are the horses,” he said to distract her.

Followed by the pair of Labradors, they headed for a five-barred gate set in the fence. A rugged-up chestnut came toward them, whickering in greeting, followed by a big bay.

The chestnut nuzzled delicately at Miranda’s gloves and she laughed. “This one’s gorgeous. What are their names?”

The melancholy that had hung over her yesterday had lifted. Her skin was bright and clear, and a slight flush lay on her cheeks. God, but this woman was gorgeous. His chest squeezed tight.

“The chestnut is Red, the bay Cavalier,” he said hastily, before she caught him fawning. “The gray mare at the back is Lady Anne. She’s shy. It may take her a while to come forward.”

“Oh, I feel so bad-I’ve got nothing for them.”

Callum drew a plastic bag from his coat pocket. “Luckily, I came prepared.” He passed her a carrot. Miranda pulled off her glove and tucked it under her other arm. Holding her hand out palm up, she offered the carrot to Red. The chestnut lipped it up.

Cavalier bumped Callum’s elbow and he fed the bay a piece, too.

“Here comes Lady Anne,” he warned. The gray had edged up on the far side of Miranda.

Miranda stretched her arm out and Lady Anne took the offered morsel. Red’s ears went back and the gray mare skittered out of reach with her carrot.

“Not nice, Red,” said Miranda reprovingly.

Too soon the carrots were gone.

“I enjoyed that,” said Miranda.

Her eyes glowed and Callum’s throat grew tight. “At a quieter time, you must come again. We’ll go for a ride.” The words were out before he could stop them.

She looked as surprised by his impulsive offer as he was.

“That would be nice. Thank you.”

She hadn’t refused. Callum gave her a broad smile. It gave him a chance to see her again in the New Year, without having to rely on their connection through Adrian. Before she could put her glove back on, Callum snatched her hand. A sizzle of electricity seared him.

“Your fingers are cold.”

“Freezing,” she said cheerfully.

“I’ll warm them.” He held her hand between his and gave them a rub, all too conscious of her long fingers dwarfed between his but strong from molding dough. The short, square nails had been painted with clear varnish. Leaning forward, he brushed a kiss over her lips.

They both froze, then broke apart.

Miranda pushed her hair back and Callum stared at her. What was happening? What was her power over him? It was as if he was in the presence of something he’d never felt before-and that he hadn’t seen coming.

Ten

The rest of Christmas Day passed in a rush of laughter and joy. Miranda barely had any time alone with Callum, which only reinforced that her decision-not to ruin the day by dwelling on her problems with Flo and Adrian-had been the right one.

After breakfast the family gathered in the living room to open presents beside the Christmas tree. Miranda was astonished to find she was expected to join the family.

Everyone had brought small gifts for each other. CDs of favorite bands. Books. Aromatherapy lotions. Each carefully chosen. Callum gave her a lacy white apron that made her blush and everyone else giggle, and Miranda was relieved that she’d thought to bring a CD as a gift for him. Thankfully no one had any idea of the significance of his choice.

Her own gift to the family of a selection of small pots of herbs for the kitchen and a huge tin of mouthwatering iced biscuits cut into snowflake shapes was met with cries of delight.

As soon as that was over, Miranda belatedly called Flo and Adrian to wish them a merry Christmas, keeping the conversation deliberately upbeat, then headed for the kitchen. After a hectic, busy morning spent preparing the turkey for the family’s Christmas feast that night and the more time-consuming dishes that would be eaten the next day, Miranda whipped up a light lunch of roasted pumpkin soup with pesto and sour cream stirred through, served with freshly baked rolls on the side. It caused oohs of delight. And Miranda flushed with pleasure when Callum’s father commented, “You picked a winner, Callum.” Her gaze met Callum’s then skittered away under the heat and intensity she read there.

Don’t make more of it, she warned herself. She was only here because Callum had wanted a date to provide a distraction from Petra’s presence tomorrow.

That afternoon she focused on their Christmas dinner, and preparing what could be done in advance for Pauline’s party the next day. Although with the help she’d had from Callum’s mother as well as Lindsey and Anna, Miranda was starting to feel like a fraud. Even Callum and his brothers wandered in through the course of the afternoon to give a hand, the kitchen ending up full of action and much hilarity. It had been incredibly fun.

The hardest part had been keeping a straight face when Pauline looked around in bewilderment at all the food and demanded, “Who’s going to eat all of this? It’s far too much.”

“Have no fear, Mother,” Fraser said. “We’re growing men-there won’t be a crumb left.”

Miranda caught Callum suppressing a grin, and Hunter immediately marched his mother out on the pretext of needing her advice about how to best dry the Italian loafers he’d saturated the previous night.

“You shouldn’t have worn them to the carols, Hunter,” they heard Pauline say as she followed him out the kitchen, completely diverted.

“You’re fortunate to have such a wonderful family,” Miranda murmured to Callum.

“I know.”

It wasn’t only Callum who held Miranda enthralled…she was dangerously close to falling in love with his family.

And that she couldn’t afford.

His mother’s utter, unfeigned surprise the next day when the first of her birthday guests arrived made the whole loving deception worthwhile, Callum decided as he exchanged looks of satisfaction with his brothers.

“How did I not get the smallest whiff of this?” Pauline asked as cars crowded the forecourt in front of the house.

“It was supposed to be a secret,” said Callum.

“Though Dad nearly let the cat out of the bag five minutes after we arrived on Thursday,” said Fraser with a mock glare at his father.

“Never could keep a secret, your father.” Pauline gave her husband a fond smile, and Callum looked away to give them a private moment.

“I managed to keep it in all of yesterday,” said Robin, and everyone laughed.

But when Petra arrived with her father, tension filled the air as Callum stepped closer to Miranda. Petra gave Miranda a quick glance, and aside from the hurt in her eyes, showed little reaction.

But Callum was aware of Miranda shifting away from him, distancing herself. She didn’t like the deception he’d asked her to perform, Callum realized.

It grew even more sticky when Callum discovered that Gordon and Petra had been invited to stay with the family for the balance of the weekend and wouldn’t be leaving with the other guests.

“Trouble?” Fraser asked a little while later with a meaningful look in Petra’s direction.

Callum resisted the urge to snap at his brother. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Good. Because despite the fact that Petra had the sense to dump you, Gordon remains important to our business.”

“You invited them to stay?” Callum stared at his brother in disbelief.

“Yes.” Fraser narrowed his gaze. “It shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”

Callum sincerely hoped it wouldn’t become one-but he had already detected Gordon’s coolness toward Miranda.

When all the guests had arrived, everyone assembled in the large formal dining for a buffet-style birthday lunch. Callum stopped dead at the sight of Miranda. She’d changed into a red dress that clung softly to her curves. Everything about the dress shrieked touch me! He swallowed. How the hell was he supposed to resist such an invitation? In desperation he forced himself to focus on the spread she’d prepared. Miranda had surpassed herself. An ice sculpture dominated the centre of the table and she’d carried the winter wonderland theme through in the snowflake decorations suspended around the room, with masses of tall, white tapered candles lit to give an impression of glittering Christmas tree lights.

After lunch Pauline opened her gifts, and with every card she read out, her eyes grew increasingly dewy. Callum was surprised to see Miranda hand his mother a box lightly wrapped in tissue paper.