Page 27 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

“Wait.” He held up his index finger. “You didn’t say grace yesterday?”

“I did. You didn’t notice because you were busy shoveling food into your mouth.”

He nodded chomping on the omelet. “Good point. We should discuss these things. Happy you’re not an atheist.”

He bowed his head briefly, then returned to eating.

A chuckle rolled from my throat. “Happy to learn you aren’t an atheist either.”

Noah grinned. “To answer your question about flipping houses I thought about it. That’s something I’d consider in the near future. Why? Would you be interested in flipping a house together?”

I cocked my head to the side. “Don’t joke around like that.”

“I’m serious. You caught on quick installing the floors. Grant it there are other very complicated jobs we haven’t performed yet. But if you still feel inspired, we can hire a crew to help us renovate a house.”

“You’re just finding ways to keep seeing me,” I narrowed my eyes.

“Fuck, yeah I am.” He flashed a devilish smile behind that lumberjack beard.

My skin heated. Watching that man eat my pussy would be the highlight of my year. I hadn’t had sex in a while. Felt like the only times I had sex was when I traveled covering a story. No feelings just a quick hook up. I had two this year. One in Belize in February and another in L.A. in July.

I didn’t make time for a man in my life. My friends tried hooking me up with their husbands’ friends. I enjoyed the single life I guess you could say. Didn’t have to compromise with a man over living space. Luckily, Noah and I didn’t have that problem because we were neighbors.

“I’ll make a trip to the grocery store too. What do you like to eat? I forgot to ask if you liked peppers in your omelet.”

“I do. The Denver omelet has bell peppers in it.” His vibrant green eyes sparkled.

My eyes widened as I pointed my fork at him. “It does. It also has Canadian bacon. Not a fan. I love turkey bacon though. But I’ll grab a package of Canadian bacon.”

“Thanks. I’ve eaten clean for the past two years. I figured while I was on vacation, I’d live a little.”

“Your body’s in great shape,” I cleared my throat.

Shit, I’d love to tap my reindeer hooves all over his muscled chest.

“Thanks.”

“How about we eat mostly clean and a little dirty? Fried buttermilk drumsticks, halibut, roasted potatoes, and broccoli.”

His lips parted as he held my gaze. “You had me at buttermilk fried chicken.”

I laughed.

“You are single, right?”

My lips twisted. “Yes, we had this discussion already. Besides what kind of woman would I be if I let you sleep in the same bed as me?”

He shrugged. “Just checking. Good point too. Ever tied the knot?”

“Nope. I’m single and I don’t have children.”

“You?”

“No children and I’ve never married. The few girlfriends I had wanted more, but I didn’t.

“And now what are you looking for?” I slipped a forkful of piping hot cheesy grits into my mouth.

His cheerful face turned serious in a blink of an eye. “You.”

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