Page 30 of Snowed In
“Why would I kiss your—”
“It’s romantic.”
He nods solemnly, but I can’t seem to shut up now.
“Nothing in the—” I motion to my chest. “Area. We can hug, but—”
“Hands where you can see them,” he finishes. “Anything else?”
“Yes.” I clear my throat. “I don’t want you to be with anyone else.”
Christian looks taken aback. “I’d assume that’s a given,” he says, but I’m not convinced.
“Is it?”
“What do you think I’m doing at Christmas? Throwing myself at women before heading home for some turkey?”
I doubt Christian Fitzpatrick has ever had to throw himself at anyone in his entire life, but point taken.
“Just promise me you won’t.”
“I promise,” he says. “But only if the same goes for you. No holiday hookups. No crushes on childhood friends or handsome strangers visiting for the weekend.”
“What if he’sreallyhandsome?”
“We can revisit the terms if the circumstances are exceptional,” he says, not taking his eyes off me as the server sets down our drinks. “This is going to be good, Megan.”
“Says Mr. Confident.” I take a large gulp of my wine and set the glass down on a napkin, only to immediately take another mouthful. “I’m getting drunk now,” I tell him.
“I can see that.”
Another healthy sip. “Whose house are we going to eat Christmas dinner in?”
“Mine, obviously.”
“Why,obviously?”
“You’ve got your mother’s fundraiser; I’ve got Christmas dinner at my house.”
“We still have Christmas,” I protest. “We watch movies.”
“So do we.”
“But ours is athing. We put a projector in the living room. We have mulled wine. Mam falls asleep twenty minutes in.” My heart gives a painful thud just thinking about it. That’s what I’ve missed the most. “It’s my favorite tradition.”
“So we’ll eat separately.”
I make a face, and he sighs. “So we’ll do two.”
“Two Christmas dinners?”
“Couples do it all the time.”
“Just remind me not to fill up on bread,” I mutter. “Fine. Two.” I sit back as someone starts to play piano across the room. “Should we be keeping a note of this?”
“That’s not a bad idea,” he says, and I watch as he reaches into his pocket for a…
“You carry a pen?”
