Page 10 of Snow More Secrets

“I’m not going to—hold up.” I paused as the incident came back to me. “I didn’t ditch Christy. There was a snowstorm in Montreal, and I couldn’t get back from my competition in time.”

The drinks were set on the bar in front of us, and we each took two. As we turned to make our way back to the girls, Keen smirked. “That’s why I’m only delaying your fun for a drink.”

“Fine,” I muttered. “You have twenty minutes, or I tell Meena about the time you stole her bikini from the locker room so she couldn’t wear it on the float at the homecoming parade.”

Keen blanched. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, yes I would,” I replied with a wicked grin.

Meena had been homecoming queen, and since the theme was something to do with the beach, the girls had planned to wear bathing suits in the parade. I couldn’t really blame Keen because, if I remembered right, it barely covered anything. But Meena had been forced to wear a Speedo from the swim team—one that had a full, short-sleeved top—and she’d vowed to kill whoever had done it.

At our fifteen-year reunion, it had been pretty clear that the incident still made her want to go on a murderous rage.

Keen deflated, looking so disappointed that I couldn’t help giving in a little more.

“One hour. Tops,” I grunted just before we reached the table.

Several drinks later, I didn’t have a clue how much time had passed. When I glanced at my watch, blinking a few times to clear my slightly blurry gaze—from a couple of drinks too many—and saw that it was thirty minutes to midnight. We’d been sitting with Keen and Meena for almost two hours, and I was pretty sure that Hannah and Meena had consumed even more alcohol than Keen and I. They were giggling and nearly falling out of their chairs.

A loud cheer drew our attention, and we all turned to watch the entrance to the hotel wedding chapel as a bride and groom burst through the doors, laughing and kissing.

“A wedding on Christmas Eve,” Hannah gushed dreamily. “How romantic.”

“You’d be a gorgeous bride.” Meena sighed to Hannah. Then she clapped excitedly. “You’re even dressed for a wedding! You two should totally get married!”

Hannah laughed, but her expression was wistful.

Hmm…

I eyed her sexy white dress. Then I grinned and winked at her before leaning in close to whisper, “That dress is perfect, baby. But if I were your groom, I’d rip it off you the second we returned to our hotel room.”

Hannah flushed, her skin turning pink from her cheeks all the way down to disappear into the top of her dress.

“You wouldn’t hear me complaining,” she breathed.

“I think we should test that theory.”

From the way we were seated, only Hannah had a view of my lap—thankfully, because she was the only one who could see my giant hard-on trying to tear through my pants. “If you like it, then you should put a ring on it,” she purred.

Six

HANNAH

My head pounded, and the light blinded me through my tightly closed eyelids. I groaned and tried to turn from my side onto my stomach so I could bury my face in the pillow. But something hard was holding me in place. Carefully, I peeked open one eye, as little as possible, and saw that it was a large, muscular arm.

What the hell?

It certainly didn’t belong to Wendy…and she wouldn’t be in bed with me, anyway.

The raging headache forced me to close my eye again, and I couldn’t decide whether to remain perfectly still until my hangover passed or figure out why there was a man in bed with me.

I probably should have been freaking out, but I didn’t feel panicked. It felt…right.What is wrong with you, Hannah?

I shifted just the tiniest bit, then froze when the man pulled me tighter against him, and his hand moved from my stomach up to cup my breast. “Stop wiggling and go back to sleep, baby.”

Wait, I knew that voice.

“Jake?” I whispered, trying to twist a little to look back at his face, but he had me in too tight of a grip.

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