Page 6 of A Little Christmas Wish

Heat filled her and she pressed her legs together. Then she realized she couldn’t remember the last time they’d had sex.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as he lifted her out of the truck.

“Sorry for what?”

“I feel like I haven’t been a very good girlfriend, urgh, fiancée.” She was still getting used to that considering he’d just proposed to her over the weekend. “I mean, we haven’t even had sex in weeks.”

“Hey.” He cupped her face. “Our relationship is not all about sex and you do not have to apologize to me. You have not been a bad fiancée. Things have been busy. Not saying it’s an excuse. But we’re both in this relationship and perhaps we just need some time to get things back on track, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“That’s why I’ve taken the whole day off today to spend with you. We’re going to buy some toys and clothes for your Little. Then we’re going to buy some outdoor Christmas lights. After that, we’ll go home and play for the afternoon until we have to pick Zippy up. All right?”

“Christmas lights?”

“Yep.” He smiled. “Christmas lights.”

Oh, yippee! This day just kept getting better and better. Christmas was just over seven weeks away and she hadn’t thought they’d have time to get any extra decorations. They’d never decorated the outside of the warehouse, but this new house was made for outdoor lights.

Ink took hold of her hand and led her to the door. He rang a doorbell, then held up his phone to the camera.

“My membership card is electronic,” he explained as the door opened and they stepped into a small foyer with marble floors and dark walls.

A huge man stepped into the foyer. She immediately drew closer to Ink.

Yikes. He might have been considered good looking if it wasn’t for the scary scowl on his face. Tattoos ran up his neck and over his hands. He wore black pants and a long-sleeved blue shirt.

He kind of had a high-class gangster look to him. A mob man.

Oh, Lord.

Her imagination was running away with her.

“Hello,” Ink said, eyeing the guy.

He eyed Ink back. “You carrying?”

Holy. Moly.

“No,” Ink replied. “And I have a membership.”

“Then you won’t mind if I pat you down.”

“That won’t be necessary.” A gorgeous woman glided into the room.

And when Betsy said glided, she meant it. She had a pair of shoes on with wheels built into the heels.

“You have Rollies!” Betsy said, forgetting the scary man or to be shy. “I would love some Rollies.”

“Well, that’s just perfect because I have some in the store. These are my favorite because they also light up.” She glided around in a circle so that Betsy could see the lights in the heels.

“Oh wow. They’re so cool. Daddy?” Betsy turned to Ink.

She didn’t know why she wasn’t concerned about allowing her Little out in front of these people.

Maybe it was because of the other woman. Because she seemed so openly Little. What had Greer said her name was? Oh yes, Bonnie.

Bonnie was dressed in the cutest outfit. A pair of neon pink cut-off shorts with long socks. One sock had an image of the Grinch on it and the other one had a reindeer whose antlers were actually pieces of stiff material that stuck straight out from the socks. They were so cute and fun.

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