Page 40 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

“Good. Are you enjoying the festivities?”

“Yes. Noah bought Reindeer skate covers for me.”

Ismael grinned. “Nice.”

“I love the red and white snowman Christmas sweater. Perfect for tonight.”

“Thanks,” his smile spread across his rosy cheeks.

“Noah, that hat is perfect for you.”

“Watch it, Ismael. If you aren’t careful, I’ll slam your face against the ice,” Noah snapped.

Ismael lifted a shoulder and inched back. “Calm down, big guy. Just poking a little fun at you.”

His gray eyes glinted. Ismael was an attractive guy. The other day I flirted with him. Like I told Noah, I wasn’t looking for a man.

“Sorry, Ismael, my boyfriend’s extra growly tonight.”

His blond brows shot up. “I thought you said you weren’t a couple.” He pointed between us.

“Yes, I know. Mr. Overbearing has a way with me. I’m happy.” I peeked between them. Then leaned closer to Ismael. “Even though he doesn’t believe in Christmas. Hence the hat.”

“Yeah.” Ismael glanced at Noah. “You’re a lucky man.”

“I know.”

“Noah.” I tugged his hand.

“Thanks.” He hooked his arm around my neck and kissed the side of my head. “I’ll cherish this little gum drop.”

I gasped within. Slick tongue bastard. A bright smile lit my lips.

“Ismael, hopefully we’ll see you at the bar next week.”

My gaze shot to the left. The Carolers stood outside the rink belting ‘Carol of the Bells’.

“Ismael, this is perfect,” I squeaked.

“Happy I could help.”

A dark-haired lady with mocha skin waved in our direction. Ismael threw up his hand.

“Looks like you have a fan,” I winked.

Guess Ismael was sweet on dark chocolate.

He grinned. “See you two around. Enjoy.”

“You too,” Ismael.” I turned my attention back to the Carolers. They wore period pieces from the eighteen hundreds. The men wore black top hats with their suits. The women wore red and green bonnets. Layered skirts and high neck dresses warmed their frames.

“Come on. I’ll find us a table and order a cup of hot chocolate for you.”

I peeked up at him. “Are you ordering a cup for yourself?”

He stared at me for an extra second. “Yes.” We slowed near the exit.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

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