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“I went for a run—have to keep in condition.”

She nodded, eyes dropping to my abs. “Um, I was going to make coffee. Do you want some?”

“That would be great. And Merry Christmas!”

She shuffled toward the kitchen, and I watched her ass in those worn pants. Merry Christmas to me. No more waiting—it was time to make my move.

Chapter 12

I’m not giving you any more potatoes

Skye

“Merry Christmas,”I managed to respond, swallowing my drool. Sure, I’d seen the guy partly naked yesterday, but coming out to the kitchen half awake, finding those muscles on display, shiny with sweat? Phin had given me a Christmas present that was better without wrapping.

I managed to make a full pot of coffee without spilling anything, a minor miracle, and then Oscar stumbled out, drawn by the smell.

“Merry Christmas!” Phin greeted him, adding milk to a mug I’d given him.

Oscar grunted. Neither of us were big morning people.

“What’s up for the day?” Phin took a sip of his coffee. “Or maybe I should shower and let you guys wake up first?”

Oscar nodded, and I watched Phin walk away to the bathroom.

“Eyes back in your head, sis,” Oscar teased.

“You can’t blame me for looking.”

He nudged me with his elbow. “I think he likes you too.”

“Phht,” I responded.

He shrugged. “I’ve got eyes, and his were on you last night. A lot.”

I wouldn’t read too much into that. He was attracted to me, yes, because there was no denying what happened in the cottage yesterday. And if the utility crew and my brothers hadn’t shown up when they did, something would have happened. The way I felt? I wasn’t going to hit the brakes.

That wasn’t the same as liking. Liking involved more than bodies and pheromones and chemistry. I didn’t need to crush on a guy who was leaving anytime now. Once we figured out his transportation.

Phin came back while we were settled in the living room with our second cups of coffee. His hair was wet and the smell of some expensive product wafted under my nose, much too appealing. He was dressed in jeans and a sweater, obviously expensive, making me self-conscious about my own ratty pj’s. I was vain enough to wish I had something sexy to wear, but this place wasn’t that warm in winter, and what was the point?

“Is there more coffee?”

I nodded, since I’d started a second pot.

He headed to the kitchen, separated from the small living room by a counter. “I don’t want to impose any more on you. I can get myself back to Toronto, but I was hoping I could talk to you first.”

Oscar and I looked at each other.

“We do a big Christmas lunch at Riley and Christine’s place. Other than that, no hard-set plans. What did you want to talk about?” Oscar raised his brows.

“Could we talk with Riley as well?”

I feltmyeyebrows climbing up to my hairline. “What about?”

Oscar interrupted with “I’ll ask Chris,” and started to text on his phone.

“Aren’t you in a rush to get back?” I asked.

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