Page 37 of The Christmas Cover Rule
“Yeah?” I can’t help the hopefulness in my tone.
“Miles grunted a few curse words and then apologized for wasting my time.”
I feel my smile falter even as I nod my head and stir the straw in my coffee. Only when Jonas’s arms wrap around me and I tilt my head up to keep his gaze do my lips pull up again.
“I told him finding the love of my life in the Dominican Republic wasn’t a waste of my time.” He kisses my lips, and the sting inside my chest vanishes. “And then he told me to enjoy the private plane ride home.”
“I’ve never flown in a private plane before.”
“Oh, it’s the only way to go, darling. Plus, we can pick up where we left off this morning,” he says with a wink.
I shove his shoulder and turn around, staying on the beach but heading back in the direction of the resort.
“You gonna miss this place?” he asks, sliding his hand in mine.
I twist my lips to the side with a nod because, yes. I’m going to miss this place, this trip, this everything. Where this stranger in a three-piece suit on the plane became…him. Became the man before me. My Jonas.
“Well, it’s illegal to bring sand from the beach home with us, but…” He reaches into his pocket, stops in front of me, and brings his arm over his head. I look up to find the resort gift shop mistletoe ornament I got him.
I reach my arms around his neck, whispering against his lips. “What about the snow machine?”
“It’s already loaded on the jet.” Not even the kiss I give him can pull the smile from my lips.
“Let’s go home.”
epilogue jonas
ONE YEAR LATER
“Inever thought New Year’s Eve in San Francisco would feel warm.” Stella holds her arms out as we round the corner to Miles and Camila’s penthouse.
“When you spend two weeks in Switzerland, I’m sure anything feels warm.”
She stops just feet from the door, turns to face me, and presses her body against mine as she wraps her arms around me. Dangerous move, considering when she came out of our bathroom in this backless black dress, I immediately hiked it halfway up her stomach, slid her matching black thong to the side, and buried myself to the hilt inside her.
“Have I told you how perfect that trip was?” she asks, brushing her lips against mine.
“Only every hour of the last two days we’ve been home.” I kiss her lips, and she lets out a soft chuckle when I slap her ass. “Now, let’s go, we’re going to be late.”
The elevator doors open, and to absolutely no one’ssurprise, the Camerons’ penthouse is so impeccable that it would make Rockefeller Center look like a dump.
“Dia duit,” Taylor shouts while pulling me in for a hug.
“The fuck did you just call me?”
“It means hello, ya dingus.” She swats my shoulder before giving Stella a hug, linking their arms together, and dragging her over to the kitchen island.
Camila hands me a drink, and I give her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Mila, looking stunning as always.” She puts one hand on her lower back and the other on her growing stomach.
“Thank you, Jonas. I’m starting to believe the old wives’ tale that girls suck the beauty from you, because I’ve felt like a hag more days than not, lately.”
“Nonsense. Any names picked out yet?”
Camila opens her mouth, but it’s Taylor who pipes up, “Whisky and Risky.”
Camila turns around laughing at her friend, but I look her in the eyes. “You’re probably the only person who could get away with that if you wanted. It’s not like Miles could ever say no to you.”
“I think we’re leaning toward something a little more subtle,” she whispers, then turns to meet the girls waiting for her in the kitchen.
