Page 9 of Mistletoe Missus
“No. I knew your relationship with him wouldn’t last,” Mitt replied with cockiness and certainty.
Offended, I crossed my arms. “How could you be certain about my compatibility with Beau? He could be waiting for me at home, and I could be a woman who leads a double life.”
His head moved from an unexpected bump in the street, but he didn’t break eye contact. “But you don’t.”
I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow. “Are you confident in that fact?”
“Yes,” Mitt answered with a hiss in theS.
“You are a man of simple answers, Mitt.”
I unfolded my arms.
“Sometimes.”
I let out a soft giggle that Mitt cut short by tenderly brushing his fingers down my cheek. My lungs felt restricted as I lost the need to breathe, and he trapped me in his orbit. His touch had the power to melt me into a puddle as I sat in the back seat of his limousine, getting lost in his world.
Finally, I exhaled. “I guess I have a lot to learn about the man I’m about to marry.”
Mitt grazed the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip and let it go. “I’ll have to ensure your ex-boyfriend stays far away from what is mine.”
SIX
Whisked Away
Tinsley
Mitt had Albert make a brief stop at my place. He told me to grab the bare minimum and ensure I had a valid passport along with my ID. He’d take care of everything else. I had listened, but I was on edge, relying on someone I barely knew. But marriage was a leap of faith, and I had to learn to trust my husband-to-be.
“Where are we going?” I asked as soon as I got back into Mitt’s limousine.
“You’ll see.”
Mitt, a man of many mysteries—I had learned that much—had us headed to an unknown destination. Nighttime was in the air as we hit a highway, and I saw several signs for the airport passing by. I watched out the window as the moon lit up the sky behind the clouds and a light snowfall swept on by. My eyes grew heavy and with each passing car, it was harder to keep them open.
My head slowly tilted to the side and fell onto Mitt’s shoulder. “It’s all right, angel. Rest your eyes. We’ll be there soon.”
And everything went dark.
A SUDDEN JOLT PULLEDme out of a deep sleep, and I sat up. “What’s happened?”
“We’re here,” Mitt answered.
“Where?” I asked as I searched around and locked eyes with Mitt.
“At the airport.”
Still a man of few words.
“Really? At this hour?” I questioned with a groan and glanced at the time on my cell phone. “Shouldn’t we get a hotel room?”
Mitt chuckled. “Slow down, angel. As much as I wish to get you into bed, we have a wedding to attend.”
I blushed. “We’d get separate rooms, of course.”
Mitt touched along my cheek, and I burned even brighter with the realization I had drooled in my slumber. My immediate embarrassment had me swiping the saliva away. He granted me with a wickedly handsome grin and more butterflies in my stomach took flight. This man got to me more than I cared to admit, and he damn well knew it.
Mitt’s lips brushed mine. “No, we wouldn’t. I’m soon to be yours and you’re soon to be mine. We’ll share one bed, and I won’t hear one argument about it.”
