Page 26 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

CHAPTER SIX

HOPE

“Good morning.” Hisdeep voice boomed with excitement.

Flipping the sliced potatoes in the skillet, I peeked over my shoulder.

He leaned casually against the kitchen counter.

“Good morning, Noah. Did you sleep well?” my eyes combed over the blue and red striped flannel shirt, and the dark jeans that hugged his muscled thighs. I knew that bit of info because my knee grazed his thigh intentionally last night. Sliding my hands over every muscle on his body sent shivers down my spine.

A smile swept across his handsome bearded face. “As a matter a fact I slept better than I had in a long time.”

“Have a seat. I’m almost done cooking.”

“No, I’ll help. Would you like a glass of orange juice?”

My cheeks heated. He was letting his guard down.

“Yes.”

Noah moved about the kitchen, grabbing glasses, plates, and silverware. I bet he set the table for his mom a lot growing up.

“While I’m in town I think I’ll pick up a red and black and a green and black flannel for you.”

His face tensed as he poured the juice in our glasses. “I like this color or gray.”

I stepped over and scooped seasoned potatoes onto the plates. “But the green flannel will bring out your eyes.”

He sat at the square kitchen table facing the front door. Noah had a view of the snow falling through the square living room window.

“Green and black you say, huh?”

“Yes.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Awesome,” I beamed.

“It’s the least I could do. You’re helping me turn my house into a beautiful home. I wish I had a better view of the mountain.” The sky brightened before our eyes.

“You mean like at my cabin?”

I returned to the stove and retrieved a pot of grits and a plate with two omelets filled with fresh colorful peppers. “Yeah.” I love the two big windows on the front, the side and the back of the house. I hadn’t gone upstairs yet.”

“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll make our way upstairs next week. We have two more-bathroom remodels in our future,” he smirked.

“I feel like a costar on one of the TV shows Renovation Realities or Flip that house.”

Noah laughed. “I’ve never heard of either of those shows.”

“I’ll find a clip on my phone for you later. Most of the situations are hysterical.” I scooped cheesy grits onto his plate then mine.

“Guess you’ll be a professional house flipper by the time we’re done.” He slid one of the two omelets onto his plate.

Dropping my head, I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer, before, placing the other omelet onto my plate.

“I love that. Maybe I’ll buy a property, fix it up and flip it. Do you renovate properties in your spare time?”

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