Page 49 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“We have a history.”

“In a small town like this, most folks do.”

“No,” she corrected him, lowering her voice as her eyes went to the door, checking to see that it had closed. “I mean together.”

“I took your meaning. So, deal with it, get past it, and get on with the wining and dining. I bet the good doc could show you things you only dreamed of.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. He was a player when I knew him.”

Lester frowned. “Hm, not from what I hear, and I usually hear that kind of thing.”

“But you called him Dr. Love!”

“I was joking. He has a reputation for being a former college star with a pro career cut way too short who turned that misfortune around to become a damn good doctor, not for all the women he’s had.”

Dixie hesitated.

“He does a lot of volunteer work, and is involved with what little culture and society we have hereabouts. You like that kind of stuff: art and music, and the like. Sounds like the two of you would get on well.”

“Trust me, we wouldn’t.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do, okay?” Annoyed with the late-night interrogation, she crossed her arms over her chest.

“He dump you back in school or something?”

“No,” she shot back. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you’re holding something against him, woman. He dump one of your girls? Are you denying him over that whole chicks before dicks rule? If so, that’s dumb.”

“Lester,” she said, her patience running thin. “Can we drop this? The doctor and I have nothing in common, so let it go.”

“Hm, a shame. The two of you would have made beautiful babies together.”

She gasped; her dream last night had been exactly that. Married and in love, they’dhad a baby girl first, then a little boy, both blue-eyed with sandy hair. And they’d named their son Wyatt. It was the same dream from her freshman year in high school.

As usual, it started out sweet, but soon degraded into a XXX free-for-all on their kitchen table after the kids went to bed. At least that was the locationdu jourlast night; it always varied. Dixie’s nipples hardened at the memory of how in her dream Kyle had stripped her naked, spread her wide open on the table, and then feasted on her pussy like a starving man.

Flustered, she ended the pointless discussion, whirled to the walk-in freezer, and got his order. Kyle didn’t say a word about the second scoop of vanilla she absentmindedly put on the pie she’d forgotten to heat before dropping it off at his table. She didn’t speak to him either, too distracted by both his presence, and how Lester had seemed to know about her dream and her train of thought.

“Dixie?” he called as she was walking away.

“Yeah?”

“Are you all right?”

She nodded. “I’m just tired and ready to go home.”

“I’ll be quick. Then, I’ll drive you.”

“What?” she bristled. “When was that decided?”

He nodded at the window. “About five minutes ago when it started snowing.”

She shifted her focus outside, seeing the dark, wet pavement, then glanced up at the street light. It was peppering down, but she denied it. “It’s barely flurrying.”

“There’s a winter storm watch out and the already wet roads are going to freeze. I don’t want you driving home in this.”

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