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house.
    A lot.
    ‘Oh, wow!’ she said, laughing in surprise when they went into the dining room. ‘That’s a pretty big table.’
    ‘It extends, too,’ he said, his mouth twitching, and she felt her eyes widen.
    ‘Really?’ She went to the far end and sat down. ‘Can you hear me?’
    His smile was wry with old memories. ‘Just about. Probably not with the extra leaves in.’
    Their eyes held for just a beat too long, and she felt a whole whirlpool of emotions swirling in her chest. She got up and came towards him, running her fingers slowly over the gleaming wood, avoiding his eyes while she got herself back under control. ‘Did you get the grand piano for the music room?’ she asked lightly, and looked up in time to catch a flicker of something strange in his eyes.
    He shook his head. ‘No. It seemed pointless. I don’t play the piano, but I do listen to music in there sometimes. It’s my study now. I prefer it to the library, the view’s better. Come and see the sitting room—the old one, in the Tudor part. I think it’s probably where I’ll put the tree.’
    ‘Not in the hall?’
    He shrugged. ‘What’s the point? I’m never in the hall, I just walk through it. And I thought, over Christmas, we might want to sit somewhere warm and cosy and less like a barn than the drawing room. It’s huge, if you remember, and a bit unfriendly. It’ll be better in the summer.’
    She nodded. It was huge, but it was stunningly elegant and ornate in a restrained way, and it had a long sash window that slid up inside the wall so you could walk out through it onto the terrace. She’d loved it, but she could see his point.
    In winter, the little sitting room—which was still twice the size of her main reception room—would be much more appropriate. Next to the kitchen in the same area of the house, it was beamed and somehow much less formal than its Georgian counterpart, and it had a ginormous inglenook fireplace big enough to stand inside.
    He pushed open the door, and she went in and sighed longingly.
    ‘Oh, this looks really cosy.’ Huge, squashy sofas bracketed the inglenook, and there were logs in the old iron dog grate waiting to be lit. She could just imagine curling up there in the corner of a sofa with a book, with a dog leaning on her knees and Josh driving his toy cars around on the floor.
    Dreaming again.
    ‘Where are you going to put the tree?’
    ‘In this corner. There’s a power socket for the lights, and it’s out of the way.’
    ‘How big is it?’
    He shrugged. ‘I don’t know. Eight foot?’
    Her eyes widened. ‘Will it fit under the beams?’
    He grinned and shrugged again. ‘Probably. I can always trim it. Only one way to find out.’
    ‘Finding out’ turned out to be a bit of a mission. It was in the courtyard, close to the coach house, but the snow was deep except by the back door where it had all fallen in earlier.
    ‘A shovel would make this a lot easier,’ he said, standing at the door in his boots and eyeing the snow with disgust.
    ‘I thought you had a shovel in the car?’
    ‘I do. Look at the coach-house.’
    ‘Ah.’ Snow was banked up in front of the doors, and digging it out without a shovel wasn’t really practical.
    ‘I should have thought of that last night,’ he said, but of course he hadn’t, and nor had she, because they’d had quite enough to think about already.
    She didn’t want to think about last night.
    She picked Josh up and stood in the kitchen watching through the window as Sebastian ploughed his way through the snow to a huge, shapeless lump in the corner by the coach-house door. He plunged his arm into the snow, grabbed something and shook, and a conical shape gradually appeared.
    ‘Mummy, what ’Bastian doing?’
    ‘He’s finding the Christmas tree. It’s buried under the snow—look, there it is!’
    ‘Oh..!’ He watched, spellbound, as the tree emerged from its snowy shroud and Sebastian hauled it out of the corner and hoisted it