Page 42 of Welcome Home for Christmas
“She’s a nice woman,” Troy said, keeping his comments neutral.
“Pretty hot, too.”
Troy narrowed his gaze. “Don’t let Val hear you say so.”
Griffin pointed a finger. “Right there. You like Allison and you don’t want anyone looking at her. You’ve marked her.”
Troy choked on his own laugh. “Spending too much damn time with the dogs, buddy,” Troy said, standing. “I didn’t ‘mark’ Allison. She’s not my territory,” he said. And she’d made sure he knew that last night. Last night was just about sex and this weekend was just about satisfying her family. There was nothing else between them, even if it was true. He did like Allison. She was funny and smart, sexy, and just about the most perfect woman he’d ever met. “She doesn’t want a relationship,” he told Griffin. “And neither do I.”
Griffin grinned. “Gee, this sounds really familiar. Wasn’t I saying the same thing just a couple months ago? There’s no fighting Christmas and there’s no fighting love.”
“Who said anything about love?” Troy shook his head. “Tease me while you can because Allison and I are done after this weekend.”
“Sure you are.” Griffin returned to the work on his desk.
Troy held his tongue and headed toward the kitchen. He needed a cup of coffee to clear his head. As he walked he whistled “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.” Christmas had won. Griffin was wrong, though. He wasn’t going to fall in love with Allison. He’d fight that tooth and nail. Especially since it was clear she wouldn’t be taking the fall with him.
