CHAPTER 67
Olivia was perched at the top of the ladder, reaching over to place Georgiana’s ancient homemade angel on the tip of the towering Christmas tree that stood proudly in the hallway of the Manor.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Sebastian bellowed when he arrived back from the club. “Get down before you hurt yourself.”
“Nearly got it.” She was straining to get close and almost lost her balance.
“I’ll do it.” Sebastian held the ladder and Olivia slowly negotiated her way down.
“It didn’t seem that high when I went up.” She handed him the decoration.
“It’s about twenty feet. What were you thinking?” He shook his head. “I don’t want to come home and find you in a crumpled heap on the floor.”
“You do it then,” she snapped. She was exhausted. Alexander wasn’t sle
