Page 68 of Tinsel in Telluride

Leigh looked beautiful the night we reconnected at the hospice fundraiser.

And she was stunning when I saw her at the spring training gala.

But neither of those moments compare to seeing her now. She wears a little black dress that shows just enough cleavage that I’m liable to stare at her chest all night, paired with tightsthat are practically painted on and knee-high boots that would look spectacular draped across my shoulders. But all that isn’t what has my heart pounding and my dick twitching. No—she had to go and top it all off with a purple and white leather Monarchs bomber jacket with a gold number twenty-three stitched on the sleeve. My old number.

Mine.

Just like I want her to be.

Leigh’s gaze darts between the four of us, standing there in stunned silence. “Uh—” She twists her hands together nervously across her stomach. “I hope you don’t mind. I borrowed your jacket. Mine was still wet from the snow earlier.”

Mind? She’s lucky my friends and her son are in the room, otherwise she’d already be draped across the kitchen island so I could show her just how much I don’t mind.

“Oh, he definitely doesn’t mind,” my twin mutters, hoisting Zach from my grip.

I glare daggers in his direction as I tug my apron off and step toward Leigh.

“It’s fine,” I manage, but what I really want to say is “you can wear my clothes any time you want. What’s mine is yours as long as it goes both ways.”

And by that, I mean everything under her clothes as well.

Not that I’m about to let her in on any of my less than chaste internal monologue.

I’ve already made my intentions known.

The ball is in Leigh’s court now.

But damn, I hope when the night is over, she chooses to explore all those things.

She crosses the kitchen, stops in front of me, and leans down to kiss Zach’s forehead. “These cookies look amazing.”

Zach squirms in my arms, and I set him back down on his stool. The moment I do, he grabs a gingerbread cookie and offersit to Leigh. It’s shaped like a star with way too much icing and sprinkles, but you’d never know it by the way her face lights up.

She takes a bite, and her exaggerated moan has me stifling a groan of my own.

“This is delicious,” she croons and Zach beams under her praise. “Did you make this?”

He nods confidently, and my heart melts even more.

“You did a great job,” she tells him before looking up at the rest of us. “Thanks for keeping him occupied while I got ready.”

The guys all answer at the same time.

“Of course.”

“No problem.”

“We love that kid.”

Leigh’s eyes soften, and I swear there’s a hint of something more in her gaze, though I can’t place it.

She turns back to Zach and leans down over the island so she’s at his level. “You going to be good for these guys tonight?”

The toddler gives her an assertive nod before digging back into the flour in front of him.

Well, I’m glad he’s confident, because I’m a ball of nerves.

I lift my head and narrow my gaze at my best friends. “You sure you’re okay handling bedtime? We can be back before then if you need us to.”

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