By all means, let's show your father what a bad influence I've been on his little girl.”
"He won't think that at all. He's always adored you for having rescued his fallen daughter.”
"And his daughter? What does she think about it?”
"She thinks that ..." Lucy paused and cast a swift glance over her head, "that you have been very remiss in failing to notice that she is standing right underneath a sprig of mistletoe."
His laughter was soft and lazy, eliciting a delicious chill from the pit of her stomach. While he stared into her eyes, he reached up, plucked the mistletoe from the top of the doorframe, and slipped the small green sprig into his pocket. "For later," he said, and smiled at her.
— Lisa Kleypas
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