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Oh my.

But I do it. I can’t say no to him and my body couldn’t say no to this if I tried.

Building tighter, coiling deeper and deeper.

And then I shatter. Right here on the kitchen island, robe gaping open, feet propped on Elliot Rivers’ shoulders. I shatter and come back together, reassembling into a woman I don’t even recognize.

But I like her. I like this. The new me. Us.

As I lay staring up at the pendants, panting… I can’t wait to do that again.

10

ELLIOT

Lily looks gorgeousandadorable, a combination I wouldn’t have expected. The red coat, white ski pants, the striped scarf and earmuffs. My god, she’s wearing ear muffs.

Kids wear ear muffs.

But she’s all woman. Grinning at me from across the large ski room. It’s basically a mudroom with lockers for everyone’s gear and direct access to the outdoors. In a different setting, it’d connect to the slopes. But here, it meets a freshly shoveled walkway and the forest beyond.

What’s the point of having money if you can’t spread the wealth? The local kid, who’s actually twenty-three, never minds coming out to plow or shovel for us.

Fuck. He’s only two years younger than Lily and I still think of him as a kid.

Closing my eyes, I take a steadying breath and remind myself that she’s plenty old enough to decide who and what she wants. It’s not my place to feel like a creepy old man.

How has it only been twenty-four hours since I arrived and found her in that sexy Miss Claus outfit? It feels like a year has passed with as much talking and making love as we’ve accomplished.

“Ready?”

Her voice calls me back and I find her looking at me with an expectant smirk, almost like she’s reading my mind.

“Let’s do it.”

We’re on the hunt for a Christmas tree.

Normally, we find a tree on Christmas Eve, but who could say no to her?

Not me.

I already checked on the saw. She made a thermos of hot chocolate and packed a few cookies. From the time she was little, she took care of everyone.

Maybe that’s what happens when you grow up in a houseful of men and don’t have a mother.

But I don’t want her taking care of me. The opposite. Still, I let her fuss over me, all the while, wondering how exactly we’re going to make this work.

How are her father and brothers going to take the news that we’re together? I know I told her to let me worry about it. And now I’m worrying.

But not for long.

Once the cold air hits me in the face and her gloved fingers lace with mine, I forget all about my worries and focus on her and the elusive just right evergreen.

“It’s perfect!” Lily steps back from the tree, admiring her handy work.

It only took a handful of hours to locate, cut, haul, and decorate the tree. Now it stands in front of the large windows in the great room, white lights twinkling. Shimmering ornaments grace its limbs.

I hand her a mug of hot chocolate. “Extra marshmallows.”

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