He hadn't made it much further than the threshold of the room, leaning a shoulder against the door jamb. Brooks eyed her carefully. Why in the name of Merlin had she gotten him a Christmas present? They were long past that. It didn't make sense. "I didn't get you anything." For all his faults, Brooks wanted to be a better man. He'd tried to move on, had found somebody else to start a life with. He shouldn't be entertaining Mor and her whims.