Page 148 of Not Your Average Vixen
“All of them? Me and the bakery?” he asked, his gaze growing glassy.
“As long as you also promise you’ll always hold the pastry cone when I make a croquembouche, then my answer is yes.”
“Somebody, get me that damned cone,” he replied, gathering her into his arms.
She melted into his embrace. Who would have thought that this wild journey from anonymous lovers to mortal enemies would end with them as soul mates?
“A deal should be sealed with a kiss,” the judge said and pointed to the ceiling.
She and Soren glanced up and found a sprig of mistletoe hanging from one of the rafters.
“When did that get there?” she asked.
“The Christmas fairy must have done it!” Cole answered,
“I think you’re right, buddy,” Soren replied, holding her gaze. In it, she saw nights spent warm in his embrace, gatherings with family and friends, and Christmases to come filled with love and joy.
The life she’d always wanted.
“I love you,” she said, hardly able to believe that this man was hers.
He leaned in, a breath away from kissing her, and whispered against her lips. “And I love every part of you, Bridget Dasher, not your average vixen.”
Epilogue
Soren
“Ilove when you test a new recipe,” he growled, wrapping Bridget’s dark locks around his hand and pulling—hard—as he thrust into her from behind.
“It’s a lot of trial and error,” she answered with a gasp, welcoming his hard length as he drove into her, watching their bodies rock and writhe in the mirror.
If someone had told him that whenever the love of his life, Bridget “the eternal vixen” Dasher, had perfected a recipe that she’d instantly want him to rock her world in bed to celebrate her culinary conquest, he’d have declared his adoration the moment he’d met her.
But some things were worth the wait.
And that’s where they were. A year after he’d handed her his heart and promised to protect hers, he could not imagine a life without this petite brunette beauty by his side.
“Soren, don’t stop!” she cried, arching her back as he gripped her hips, taking her hard and fast.
He could never get enough of his angel-eyed vixen.
Life had moved fast after he’d put it all on the line and professed his love in front of Dan, Delores, and the entire Abbott clan.
A little recap:
Tom and Lori’s wedding went off without a hitch.
Thanks to the snowcats, Rudolph, Vixen, and Dasher, everyone made it to the Kringle Chapel. Lit by candlelight, Tom and Lori had wed surrounded by the people who loved them the most. Cole had been an incredible ring bearer, and Carly had scattered petals like she was born to be a flower girl.
They’d celebrated at the mountain house, drinking good wine, eating Bridget’s delicious wedding cake, and dancing the night away to the sweet crooning of Bing Crosby, singing their Christmas favorites.
It was a night to remember. The first night he didn’t straddle the line between Soren and Scooter, and the first night when he trusted his heart to lead the way. And as he laughed with Bridget by his side, watching Tom smash red velvet cake into Lori’s mouth, he understood the real meaning of family.
Thanks to the kindness of Lawrence Duncan, a bunch of retired Santas, and the judge, he’d shed the chains that tethered him to his childhood and had risen to become the man he was supposed to be. A man who didn’t focus on the sorrows of the past but set his sights squarely on the possibilities of the future.
“Do you know how sexy you are?” he asked, catching her eye in the mirror.
“Show me,” she purred, then bit her bottom lip.
