Page 48 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

I hugged him tight.

“You beat me three times. I still can’t believe that happened,” he muttered.

“Believe it.” My lips pressed against his.

The first night we played board games. The second night, wrapped in Noah’s arms on the sofa at my place, we watched a movie on my new seventy-five-inch TV. I told Noah we didn’t need TV’s that big. But he ordered them without my knowing. Surprisingly, he didn’t fall asleep.

I turned and trudged through the bright white snow. Surrounded by the best trees’ money could buy, I pressed my gloved finger against my cheek, browsing the large selection. I glanced at the warm cider and hot chocolate display in front of the sprawling two story farm house. Couples and families strolled the grounds. Noah and I found the perfect row of trees. Glancing up at the sky, snowflakes landed on my cinnamon complected face.

“You’ll love Aspen.” He squeezed my waist and his lips fell on my neck from behind.

“Why because I love the winter?”

“Yup.”

His eyes were a vibrant green this morning. Fuck, he was fine. The rugged lumberjack model. And he was mine. I couldn’t wait to fuck him.

“Hope.” Noah’s eyes darted toward a tree.

“What about this one?”

He shook the tree. “The Balsam Fir is your favorite, right?”

My lips parted. “How do you know what a Balsam Fir looks like?”

“I’ll show you.” He waved an older, gray-haired gentleman over.

“How can I help you today?”

“Hello, I’m Noah Canyon. My grandfather was Piero Benatti.”

The man extended his hand.

“Well, well. “Good to see you again, Noah. How long has it been?”

Noah shook his hand.

“Five years.”

“I sure hated hearing Piero passed away. He was a good man. He brought you and your brothers here every year.”

“Yes, he did, Mr. Brewer. This is my girlfriend, Hope Manning.”

We shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Brewer.”

“Likewise, Hope. You picked a fine tree. Not surprised you have the expert with you. He pointed his grandfather in the right direction when it came to trees for years.”

“I never knew that. You know I like the one Noah selected and this one too. We’ll take both.” I shoved my nose against the branches and sniffed.

“Sure thing. We’ll get them wrapped up for you two. Enjoy beverages while you wait. Good seeing you again, Noah.”

“Same here, Mr. Brewer.”

Noah turned to me. “Why are we buying two trees?” his brows lowered.

“I’m buying two trees. We’re spending Christmas between both houses. I get the best of both worlds. On the way back we’ll need to stop by the Hobby store and grab all the trimmings needed for our trees.”

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