Page 64 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

“Doubt the story has extended outside of Christmasville, but I wanted to be on the safe side.”

“Yeah, ok.”

My life would forever change because I was the beer billionaire’s girlfriend.

**P**

Noah and I didn’t go into town Monday. We fucked each other’s brains out most of the day. It was one of the most invigorating days I ever had with a man. That evening we walked over to my house to trim my tree and sing Christmas carols. Correction I sang Christmas songs. Noah again kept my cup flowing with Brandy eggnog. Delicious.

Noah stepped out the front door of my cabin. I locked the door behind us. “While we’re in town, I need to buy a new coat.”

“Oh, yeah.” Hands stuffed in his pockets, he trudged backward toward his truck parked beside mine. “What color?”

He threw up a gloved finger. “Let me guess. Gold.” Noah chuckled behind his gold aviator sunglasses.

My lips parted.

“No, wait. A silver coat with tinsel hanging over the shoulders and down the arms.”

I bent over and packed snow in my gloved palm.

“You’ll miss, baby. I’m too quick for you.”

I pulled back and tossed the snowball, smacking him in the face.

“Yeah, look who has a great throwing arm. Never underestimate a woman. I played softball until eighth grade,” I laughed.

“There are seventeen days until Christmas. Plenty of time to learn about each other’s lives.”

He whipped his gray coat sleeve across his face.

“Sounds like a plan.”

I blinked, and he pulverized me with a snowball.

“Varsity football captain, baby.” He threw his fist in the air.

“We were both athletes as teenagers.” I walked toward my truck.

“I’ll drive.”

“Babe, I’ll drive.” He ran around and opened my door.

I peeked over the side of the mountain. His arms wrapped around me from behind.

“Hey, don’t ever do that. It’s dangerous. I wouldn’t want you to slip over the edge.”

“We need a fence. “On it.”

I pecked his lips.

Sitting on the passenger side of his Suburban, I stared out the window admiring the pure white untouched snow covering our land.

“Are you keeping the house?”

“Hope, I think so.”

A smile widened across my face. “That’s great news.”

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