Page 56 of My Secret Santa Daddies

“Morning.”

Wyatt glances at me, his dark eyes unreadable as he leans back against the counter, arms crossed. There’s something in his gaze that sends a shiver through me, but he doesn’t say anything, just watches me with that steady intensity that’s always felt a little unnerving.

And then there’s Griffin.

He stands a little farther back, his broad shoulders filling the space between the fridge and the counter. His eyes lock on mine, that same guarded look he’s been wearing since the day I walked back into Silver Ridge. There’s something more behind his gaze, though, something unspoken that makes the air feel heavier. I shift, trying to avoid his stare, but it lingers, following me as I move toward the coffee pot.

They’ve all got on their work clothes and old flannels like it’s their uniform or something.

I need something to do with my hands, something else to focus on other than the three of them standing there, waiting for me to speak. “Coffee?” I ask, my voice too casual, as I walk over to the coffee maker.

“Already made some,” Cody says, his voice light but knowing.

I sit down at the kitchen table, wrapping my hands around the warm mug, but my mind is racing in a jumble of thoughts. What would happen if I voiced them out loud?

So I fucked Griffin last night, and also almost fucked Wyatt and Cody, both of whom I’ve shared passionate kisses with…how do we all feel about this? Do you want to kick me out now?

I glance at Wyatt, then at Cody, and finally Griffin. He’s still watching me, still waiting for something—what, I don’t know. An apology? An explanation? Maybe he’s waiting for me to break first.

But I’m not ready to give him that.

“Any power updates?” I ask again.

“You’re still stuck here, cupcake,” Wyatt says. “Sorry.”

How am I going to survive?

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I’M NOT SURE WHAT, AND I CAN ONLY ASSUME ONE OF THE OTHER TWO DUMBASSES SAID OR DID SOMETHING

Iclear my throat, breaking the quiet. “Hey.”

She turns, a little startled, but then her lips curve into a small smile. “Hey.”

“Come on. I want to show you something.”

“What is it?”

“Only one way to find out,” I say, motioning for her to follow.

“I don’t like surprises.”

“Well, it’s not really a surprise.”

Her brow furrows, but she follows me without any more questions, tugging on her oversized coat and pulling up the hood.

I don’t bother with my coat—just throw on a flannel jacket and push open the back door, leading her toward the pole barn that sits a little ways from the lodge. We step outside, the crisp air is biting but not unbearable, the light snowfall dusts her hair like glitter.

Sierra is quiet beside me, her steps careful but steady. I can feel her gaze flicking toward me.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“I don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one who wants to show me something.”

“I mean with you in general.”

“Yeah. I guess. Why?”

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