Page 13 of Holiday on the Rocks
I needed him gone.
“Fine. Then I’m going to my room and?—”
“I know, I know. You’re never coming out.”
“I hate you.”
“Yes, you’ve established that.” He pointed to a table in the corner. “Would you throw me that towel?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Get it yourself. I’m leaving in five minutes.”
His head shook. “Can you just toss me the towel, please?”
“No.”
With that the man stood up wearing only black boxer briefs. The nearly naked man with the perfect pecs and biceps. Holy shit! I quickly turned my head as he walked past me, and I spun the other direction. “What in the hell are you doing?”
“I asked you nicely to hand me the towel. Twice.”
“You’re offending my eyes.”
I heard a chuckle from behind me. “You’re no more offended then you were back then.”
The air swooshed out of me; I needed to be as far away from this guy as possible because his words were true. “You’re arrogant, and I’m calling a cab.”
I walked past him and he caught my hand. “I’m getting my clothes from the dryer and you’re waiting for me because you’re not getting into a car with a stranger. Not happening.”
I looked up at him as visions of being wrapped up in those arms marched through my brain like the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I jerked my hand away and walked to the door. “I’ll be outside.”
I sat in his vehicle after digging in my purse and making the joyful call to the car rental company about my car and its location so they could tow it out. Wow, it didn’t take long for the universe to blow up my first fucking day in Colorado. Yeah, not everything happens for a reason. Sometimes life just sucks. Screw you Zig Ziglar.
I watched Levi approach the vehicle and had a shot of pure joy entered my bloodstream when I laid on the horn and he jumped.
Once behind the wheel Jingle All the Way hit my ears, and I quickly flipped off the radio.
He grinned. “I thought some chipper Christmas tunes might be nice.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “An actual wood chipper would be better.”
“You’d kill me by wood chipper?”
“No, you’re too damn tall to just shove through the chipper.” I flashed him a toothy smile. “I’d have to cut you into pieces first. Then through the wood chipper you’d go ending in the perfectly deserved crime.”
“Glad to see you haven’t spent too much time contemplating my demise.”
“It takes a hot minute to come up with a murder plot. I’ve killed you five times in my mind already.”
His laughter was as annoying as a soggy donut. “I get it, you hate me?—”
“I don’t want to hate you. Wait, that’s a lie. I want to hate you and touch your face with a shovel…really hard.”
He pulled onto the road. “This does not feel good. When did you say people were arriving at the house?”
“It’s all question marks with the blizzard.” I looked over. “But I doubt I’ll take you out at this time.”
“That should be comforting?”
“I’m not the least bit concerned about your comfort.”
