Page 83 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

Her mouth fell open. “Nope, I won’t do it.”

“Yes, you will. Now Hope.”

She exhaled, then tore the red wrapping off the gold box.

Hope opened it and peeked inside. Her hand flew over her chest.

“Aww, this is so sweet. A house key. Thank you, Noah. I love you.”

“Love you too. And in a couple of weeks, you’ll open the door to our home.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

My lips took hers again.

“You’re moving to Aspen, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Noah.”

“And Merry Christmas to you, Hope.”

**P**

“Noah, where are we going?”

I held her hand and clutched the snowboards under my arm as I guided her to the top of the slope.

“Is this how we’re bringing in the new year, snowboarding?”

“Yes. I’d rather be out here having fun with you than watching the ball drop on TV.”

Later Christmas day, I spoke to her dad on FaceTime for half an hour. He said I didn’t need to move his daughter to Aspen.

We argued much of the call.

That was a hell of a conversation.

Hope and I flew to Aspen on the twenty-seventh. I was eager to move her into our house.

The stadium lights at our backs shined down on us as we reached the top. I sat our snowboards beside us.

“I love it up here.” I inhaled the fresh crisp night air.

“How many minutes left before the ball drops. We have to kiss at midnight.”

“Less than a minute.”

“Can we ski after midnight?”

“Yes.”

She massaged my bearded face.

Hope was bundled in her green ski jacket. There was a twinkle in her eye. The way she held my gaze in this moment told me how much she loved me.

I exhaled and kneeled before her.

Her eyes widened. “Noah, what are you doing?”

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