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Hazel isn’t wrong. This is the best Christmas ever. I cleared the air with my parents and the man I love declared his love.

Nothing’s going to top this moment.

The dog runs down the hallway with a piece of pumpkin pie in his jaw. I burst into laughter.

I was wrong. There are going to be wonderful moments for the rest of my life. I glance up at Weston. With this man at my side.

Chapter 14

Stay Frosty!

Two months later

Weston

“I’m home!” I shout as I open the door to my apartment. Correction.Ourapartment.

Scarlett moved in a month ago. She wasted no time returning to Florida to pack up her life. She gave notice on her apartment and sold all of her furniture. I arrived in time to help her load up her car and drive back to Smuggler’s Hideaway.

“In here!”

I follow Scarlett’s voice to the guest bedroom, which is now her office. She managed to fit a desk in the corner. The room is crowded, but my surprise will solve any issues she has. I hope.

She shuts her computer and smiles up at me. “Hey, you. How was your day? Catch any bad guys? Wrestle any sheep?”

I groan. “You’re never going to let it go, are you?”

“Of course not. I’m a sheep farmer’s daughter. It’s my duty to tease you about how you wrestled a sheep to the ground while yelling ‘You will not defeat me!’ to it.”

I scratch my beard. “It didn’t defeat me, did it?”

“No, but the shit stains on your uniform did.”

I wrinkle my nose. “I didn’t realize I should have pre-washed the shit out of them.” I had to buy a new washing machine.

She shakes her head. “You have much to learn.”

I palm her neck and drag her to her feet. “You going to teach me everything you know, precious?”

Her chest slams against mine and her breath hitches. I watch as her light green eyes flare with heat. I will never get tired of the sight. I’ll be old and gray and need to use Viagra to get a hard-on, but the sight will still make me happy and warm.

“Yes,” she murmurs and pushes up on her toes to reach my mouth.

I press a gentle kiss to her lips. She mewls when I pull away. I tweak her nose. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Please be a new chair for my desk. My back is killing me.”

“Not quite, but you’re close.”

She waits but I don’t continue. “Do I have to guess what the surprise is?”

“No guessing but I have to show you.”

I grasp her hand and lead her out of the bedroom to the front door.

“Where are we going?”

“Put on your shoes and coat and I’ll show you.”

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