Ch209 Forgetting Violet

Long after Victor put the kids to bed—and boy did that take a long time considering how much turkey they ate—he paced the floor bare-chested wearing his checked, flannel lounge pants slung low on his hips. He was unable to relax. Forgetting—or rather trying to forget—Violet was not working, not with the image of her with lady killer Van Gholston stuck in his brain.

“Sonofa…” he muttered, cursing a blue-streak as he thought of that snug ass putting the moves on his girl…but was Violet his girl anymore?

Ch208 She couldn’t be here

“Pity Violet couldn’t be here with us,” Catherine said, as she held the basket of warm dinner rolls for Georgiana to take one. “It’s like we’re not complete without her. Would it have made a difference, Victor, if I had personally invited her? You did tell her we wanted her here, didn’t you?”

Victor, who had been spooning peas onto a pouting Peter’s plate, paused to glare at his former wife, assuming she was causing trouble as she was apt to do. However the lack of a spiteful expression made him wonder. Catherine didn’t even have a trace of snark to her tone. Dang, but there was no telling what was up with that woman!