Page 92 of Tinsel in Telluride

Enzo nods and extends the harbinger of my fate to me. “The guy who delivered the boxes gave it to me.”

I eye the offending envelope and take it into my shaking hand. “Do the guys know they came?”

“Are you kidding? If they did, it’d already be opened, and you’d have both of them banging on your door, demanding answers one way or the other.”

I nod and drop it onto the island like it burned me. “Do me a favor and don’t tell them.”

“Of course, but why?” Concern drips from his words, and I know his big logical brain is trying to figure out what the hell I’m playing at.

“Because I’m not going to look at them.” I slide them back over to him. “In fact, can you take them and put them in my room?”

His eyes go round, and he looks down at the envelope and back up at me like I’m insane. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I think so.” I give the wishy-washy answer for his benefit, so he doesn’t sound the alarm and hold a family meeting to discuss my answer. But I’m confident in my answer.

“You don’t want to know?”

I shake my head. “I don’t need to know. I want this with Leigh either way, and Zach is amazing. Even if he’s not mine, I’ll raise him as my own.”

“Fuck.” Enzo runs a hand through his hair. It’s the one thing we both do when we’re caught off guard. “That’s a lot to take on after one weekend.”

“When you know, you know.” I shrug and glance toward the room where Leigh is sound asleep. “They’re it for me.”

Enzo chews his lip for a moment. “All right.” He nods. “You know I’ll support you no matter what. So will the other two assholes.”

“Thank you.” How did I get so damn lucky to find these guys?

Enzo picks up the envelope and tucks it back into his coat. “But you gotta come get your son, because while you might have found your happily ever after, the guys want to hit the slopes and find a snow bunny or two.”

I cock a scrupulous brow. “That include you?”

He barks a laugh. “Absolutely fucking not. Woman are nothing but fucking trouble.”

“I hope one day the right woman comes along and makes you eat your words.”

“Single till the day I die.”

A vise clamps a little tighter around my heart as I witness the hint of sadness in his gaze. “For your sake, I hope not.”

My twin deserves his own happy ending. Maybe even more so than I do.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

LEIGH

Today was a fairytale.

I never imagined I’d be saying that about anything surrounding Christmas, let alone Luca Donati, but here we are, making magic. I’ll never forget the smile on Zach’s face while decorating gingerbread cookies, or his giggles as we tobogganed down the small hill behind the guesthouse. Forever ingrained in my mind will be the taste of hot chocolate on Luca’s lips and the sting of pain as he shoved me up against the pantry wall and made me come with just his fingers. Then his mouth on the kitchen island. And his cock as he bent me over the sofa.

There’s never been a more productive nap time.

It’s also the first time I’ve had a Christmas Eve where I didn’t spend the majority of the day forcing a smile and pretending to be happy. Today, not a single one of my smiles has been involuntary.

Of course, all this sentimental bullshit could one hundred percent be the sex and tequila taking over and adding enchantment to my memories, where there is none.

But I don’t think it is.

I think Telluride is magic. Or maybe it’s Bucket List Christmas.

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