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Oops. She took off her shoes in the warm mudroom.
She’d really like a shower. She walked out into the kitchen and living room.
And there it was. Her mouth dropped open. It was bare, but there were containers of decorations sitting around it.
It was beautiful.
“Starting to think you really do want that spanking,” he told her as he walked in.
But she ignored his words, turning to him with tears in her eyes. Urgh, it was so annoying being a crier.
“You have a Christmas tree!”
He ran his hand over his face. “Yeah, thought about putting it in your place, but I wanted you to have it on Christmas Day. And I wanted you here on Christmas Day.”
“This . . . it’s for me?” she whispered.
He gave her a strange look. “Of course it is.”
“You got a Christmas tree for me? Because you knew I would want one?”
“Yeah, baby. That so hard to believe?”
“I just . . . no one has ever done anything this nice for me. You don’t like Christmas.”
“But you do.” He moved up to her, taking her hand in his. “Come on, little girl. You need to go to bed and I won’t hear any more arguments about it.”
There would be no arguments from her. He’d gotten her a Christmas tree even though he didn’t like Christmas that much.
For her.
“George would never have done that.”
“Think we’ve established that George is a dick.”
Yeah. That was definitely true.
He led her into his bedroom. Setting her suitcase to one side, he turned her to the bathroom. “Go do what you need to do. I’ll grab you a shirt and get your food from the truck.”
“Oh, I can do that.”
The look he shot her made her bite her lip. “Or I can go get ready and you can carry the food inside.”
“That’s better,” he growled. “Go. Have a shower if you want.”
She felt dizzy with happiness at the idea of a hot shower. “All right. Thank you. Really. For everything.”
“Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t forgotten that you took so long to tell me that you didn’t have proper heating or running water. There’s gonna be a reckoning for that. One your butt won’t like.”
Yikes.
Chapter Eighteen
Anson waited for her in bed.
He had the blankets pulled up over his legs to his waist. He’d left her one of his T-shirts to get changed into before grabbing everything out of his truck.
When he’d come back into the bedroom the shower had still been running.
