Page 10 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

I cocked a brow. “That’s it?”

“And cook dinner a few times a week.”

“I can’t cook.”

He scratched his forehead. “Shit, that sucks.”

I burst into laughter. “Just messing with you. I’m a southern girl. Of course, I can cook. My mother ensured my sister and I knew how to throw down in the kitchen.” I smiled brightly.

He exhaled. “Thank God.”

“Noah, how long will you be in town?”

“As long as I need to be. And you?”

“Until the week after Christmas.”

“So a little under a month?”

“Yes.”

“Do we have a deal?” He slipped off his glove and extended his hand.

I yanked off mine. “Yup.” Our palms connected and a surge of energy shot through me. What was it about this man that drew me to him?

After he walked away earlier, I hoped I’d see him in town and we’d talk again.

I slipped my hand from his. “Sorry.” I felt my cheeks heat.

“I’ll see if there’s any wood out back and start a fire.”

“Ok, I have a lot to bring into the house.”

“Anything heavy, leave it and I’ll grab it.”

I nodded.

A few minutes later, I placed the groceries on the kitchen counter. My eyes fell around the small space. It wasn’t too bad. Nothing a little elbow grease couldn’t fix. I turned on the water in the sink and let it run.

Noah walked toward the fireplace.

“There wasn’t any wood. Which sucks. My grandfather always kept a pile a wood out back. I brought some over. Tomorrow, I’ll bring more.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Anything you need me to grab out of the truck?”

“No. Would you like a cup of coffee? I can get the machine I bought up and running in no time.”

Noah stuck a folded piece of paper between the wood chucks. Holding the lighter at the tip, he waited for the fire to catch.

“No, thanks. I need to check out my place.”

“What time do we start tomorrow?”

“Nine. I need to sleep in.”

“Sounds good. I can make breakfast.”

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