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She went to move forward and he intended to follow but at the last second, she changed her mind.

“All I’m saying is that you never…ohhhh…”

Her abrupt turn around caught him off guard. He came nose to nose with her and then ass to ice. The frozen surface did nothing to cushion their tumble as their skates locked together and took them down faster than rocks in a mudslide. Her weight landed on him as he pulled her to his chest, shielding her from the fall.

Sprawled on top of him, they locked gazes and she leaned in close enough to kiss. “Are you all right,” she whispered frantically, her lips a mere inch from his.

He nodded, as his hands trailed up her arms and buried in the long tresses. “You?” he countered, unable to stop the force that brought her lips to his, her leg to slide over him. He gripped her hips and brought her closer. Close enough she could feel what she did to his cock just by being near him. By the sound of her gasp and groan he bet the little bead between her pink pussy lips throbbed, demanding attention.

“Chief, you’re needed in town as soon as possible.”

Radio static rent through the peaceful silence. Damn. His brother had the worst timing of all. In the fall his radio had come unhooked and now lay beside them on the ice.

Ivy pressed her hands against his chest and pushed herself up. He stood and helped her the rest of the way up. As he retrieved the radio, she skated back to the bench and started to unlace.

Without looking at her, he could feel her shield slip into place and his gut told him not to push her too hard, too fast. “Copy, home base. Heading that way now.”

He sat down beside her and made quick work of switching out his skates for his boots.

“Thank you for today,” she said, turning to him. “I totally owe you for that. The help with the B&B I mean. Not the…

“Sex,” he finished for her.

“Right.”

The easy smile gave him hope. Hope he could help her see how much she missed this place and him.

He gathered Ivy’s hands in his and pressed a kiss to the back of her gloves on both hands. Anything else and they would find out just how much tolerance they had to snow on their naked bodies.

“I’ll collect in due time, my lady.” He gave a somewhat graceful bow, or what he hoped looked graceful, that pulled a soft laugh from her lips and then took his leave. The sound of her laughter lifted his heart. No doubt in his mind this Christmas was the last they’d spend apart.

CHAPTER 11

She’d had sex with Aspen Kennedy.

Oh my God.

Bare.

And loved it.

Holy shit.

What had she been thinking?

She couldn’t dwell on that for long though tempted to reach beneath her pillow for battery operated boyfriend to work free a little of the tension he’d left her with.

Maybe later.

Instead, the second Ivy’s eyes sprang open the next morning long before her alarm had the chance to chime she shoved aside the dirty thoughts populating her mind and set to work. Wide-eyed, she flicked on the coffee maker, straightened her blazer and hiked up her mistletoe cotton bottoms as she pulled up a stool. All business north of the elastic belt line and all comfy at home otherwise. Including the jingle of her reindeer slipper, which she understood now given she’d met Rocco. And she couldn’t complain about the soft, warm feeling wrapped around her toes.

Beams of morning light broke through the thin fabric of the kitchen curtains. Another sip of go-go juice and she hit the green dial button. Not one to wait, she’d bumped up the time for the rescheduled conference call and hoped Mr. Langley would take her call.

After Aspen left yesterday, she spent the rest of the afternoon finishing the upstairs with the fresh paint and new curtains. Every inch of her body ached from the work and unexpected trip down memory lane. Not to mention other parts of her body.

She patted her hair to make sure nothing poked out. It would take two weeks to get all the droplets of bone-white paint out of her hair. Aspen had been right. It did look like tiny snowflakes. By the time midnight tolled on the grandfather clock, she had no desire to mess with it, opting for an epic swan dive between the covers.

But sleep eluded her. Again. All-night dreams of Aspen interrupted her sleep until she gave up and grabbed her planner.

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