Page 14 of Under the Mistletoe
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it. I can think of a few things that will be moreinteresting with it.” He chuckles.
“I bet.”
He goes quiet, fingers combing through my hair.
“What are we going to do, Sydney?”
“I don’t know. Let’s… let’s not talk about it tonight.Tonight, I just want to be with you.”
“Okay, baby.”
I close my eyes, snuggling closer. Tomorrow.
I’ll deal with the real world tomorrow.
“Mmm… this isdelicious.”
Drying my hands with a towel, I make my way to whereSydney’s sitting on the kitchen counter. She hasn’t left my bed the last twodays, but I still haven’t had enough of her. What I have had enough of isliving without her. I don’t care anymore about what happened or how much timehas passed. All I want is Sydney Alexa George. I’m not losing her again.
“I might have to start wearing flannel. I think it suitsme.” She pops the collar of the shirt she’s wearing.
“It does. Seeing you in my shirt is better than any lingerieyou could wear.”
Swiping half of a strawberry from her plate, I place it ather smiling lips. She takes it, pulling the tip of my finger into her mouth andmoaning again.
“Strawberry flavored Jake. I like.”
I spread her legs and wedge myself between them, resistingthe overwhelming urge to take her right here.
“We need to talk, Syd.”
Sighing, she loses the smile. “Not now, Jake.”
“If not now, then when? You’re supposed to leave tomorrow.”
“And you always knew that.”
“Yes, but don’t tell me what we’ve shared the last couple ofdays doesn’t mean anything. I know you better. You knowmebetter.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I’m not letting you walk away from me again,Sydney. We belong together.”
“Jake…” She cradles my face, eyes softening as they meetmine. “How would that even work?”
“You tell me.”
She raises a hopeful brow. “I don’t suppose you’d be willingto move to New York?”
“You know I can’t do that.” I move her hands away from myface. “I can’t give up the lumberyard. You can find another job here, Syd.”
“Yeah, but not like the one I have.” She pushes me away,hopping off the counter to pace the length of the kitchen.
“Are you happy?”
“I told you before, Jake. I love my job.” She avoids myquestion.
