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“Maybe you should challenge them to a duel at dawn. Your generation does that, right?”

“Another joke about my age. I’ll have you know my generation is much smarter than yours. Those boyfriends you had weren’t too smart if they let you get away.”

“What do you need me to do to help, Romeo?”

“Nothing. I’m taking the day off, so I just want you to be here.” I walk up behind her and nuzzle in. “But there is something you can help me with now.” I grab her hand and place it on my hard cock. She turns to look at me, a flush on her cheeks. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me.

CHAPTER 21

NICK

“You look handsome.” She gets on her toes and gently taps her lips with mine. I smile at her as she wanders around the first floor of the house, touching and adjusting to make sure everything looks perfect.

“Music, Nick! We need music.” A few seconds later, “All I Want for Christmas” starts to play, and all I can do is lean against the wall and watch as she dances to the music. She spins to face me and points at me as she dances, telling me that I’m all she wants for Christmas.

I check on dinner, but I keep one eye on her as she dances around my living room. The room that was empty just a few days ago is now filled with her. How a twenty-three-year-old owns me with nothing more than a look and a smile is something I’ll never understand, but I have no plans to try to understand the how and the why. She’s here, and all I need to do is keep it that way.

“Smells good,” she says as she slams her body into my back. She reaches around me and tries to stick her hand in the platter of lamb chops, but I manage to block her. When I turn to face her, she pouts dramatically. I roll my eyes but smile as I bend down to kiss her.

“What’s with the all black?” I pull back and take in her black pantsuit. “Where’s your Mrs. Claus outfit? I know you must have one.”

She pulls out of my arms and does a twirl in the kitchen.

“This is my meet the mother outfit. I think it makes me look older. What do you think?” She spins again, and when she stops, I grab her and pull her into my body. When I look down into her brown eyes, I feel something in my belly I’ve never felt before. Not with Paige, who I was willing to marry, or any other girlfriend from the past.

“You’re beautiful, and you don’t need to look older. Just be you. Be yourself, sweetness.” I place a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Are you sure? I want her to take us seriously.” I spin her around, elated at what she just said.

“My mom will love you. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay. They better be ready for Miranda Moore, the super-sized Christmas edition.” Before I can even ask her what she means, she’s sprinting out of the kitchen and running up the stairs. I shake my head, eager to see what she changes into. If it’s anything like last night’s outfit my family is in for a treat.

I let out a loud chuckle at the memory of her showing up here for dinner yesterday. She was wearing another pantsuit then, too, but this one was green and decorated with Christmas lights. Luckily, it didn’t light up. She also came bearing gifts; matching Christmas pajamas for us, even though we always sleep naked.

A few minutes later, after grabbing a beer, I hear the clicking of heels against the hardwood floor. My phone buzzes inside my pocket, and when I pull it out, there’s a message from my mother. After reading it, I look up to see Miranda standing in front of me, hands on her hips as she waits for my reaction.

I hold my hand out to her, and she takes it. I pull her in to me and dip her dramatically before I kiss her.

“That’s more like it.” I nod approvingly as the red V-neck top that she has tucked into a red skirt. The skirt reaches her knees, but it flares and has white fur trim around the bottom. On the front of the skirt is a Christmas tree decorated with Christmas lights. Red ankle boots complete the outfit. “This is you.”

She smiles and spins for me. “Business upstairs,” she says, pointing at the red top. “And party downstairs.” This time she points at the skirt.

“Well, I plan on partying on both floors later tonight.” The doorbell rings before she can respond. “But the guests have arrived. My mother just texted saying she has a surprise for me.”

I take her hand, and as we walk to the door, she asks, “What do you think the surprise is?”

“No idea. With my mother, it can be anything.”

“I have a surprise for you too. I want you to have it now, though,” she says, her eyes bright and teasing.

“Now?” I look from her to the door.

“I love you. Surprise!” Just as she says it, the bell rings again. She reaches up and plants a kiss on my mouth. When she pulls away, she smiles as she winks at me. She jumps when I slap her on the ass.

“You minx.”

I drop her hand to open the door, and the surprise is looking at me right in the face. His smile is wide, but when he sees my companion, he tilts his head as if confused.

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