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“Jonah,” I call out.
He turns and waits. Probably wondering if my car is having issues again. It isn’t.
“Thanks. For going with me today. And for getting my car fixed. You can take it out of my Christmas bonus.”
His lips press together in that sexy smirk of his. “Who says you’re getting a bonus this year?”
I roll my eyes. He gives me a bonus every year. “Then take it out of my paycheck.”
“Get home safe, Rossi. See you tomorrow night.”
9
JONAH
SANTA, BABY
“So you’re Santa, huh?” Hollis greets me the following night in the parking lot behind the Boston Boys and Girls Community Home where I grew up.
I always arrive an hour early to help serve dinner but I didn’t expect her to be here so soon. She pulled up just as I was putting the finishing touches on my costume before going inside.
“I am,” I admit. “Help me with this beard.”
She comes closer, wrapping the elastic band over my ears and straightening the white curls on my face. When she steps back, I get a good look at her outfit. Or her lack thereof.
“Christ, Hollis. Aren’t you freezing? You’re going to cause some of these boys to hit puberty in that.”
Her green dress is short and cut low in the front. The red vest does little to cover her full cleavage. Both the dress and the hat have a matching red fur ring around them. Reminds me of the tree skirt around the office Christmas tree.
Except the Christmas tree skirt doesn’t make my dick hard.
She has on striped knee socks and somehow manages to make elf shoes appear sexy.
“You’re the main attraction, Santa. They’ll barely notice me.”
“A blind man would notice you,” I grumble.
“Look, we match,” she says, pointing to her wide black leather belt.
I’m actually tryingnotto look.
“Great. I have to smuggle these presents into the back. Do you need help carrying anything?”
“I think I got it.” She bends down to get a large paper sack out of her backseat. I should look away instead of admiring the view, but fuck me. All that walking the dogs has done Hollis good. The muscles in the back of her thighs flex and I’m hit with the image of her in that damn lingerie again.
“You got the cookies?” My voice is gruffer than I mean for it to be, but I’m struggling here.
Hollis makes a sound likepfft. “I did better than cookies, Jonah. I have gingerbread men and icing and sugar cookie candy canes and sprinkles so the kids can decorate their own.”
“Of course you do.”
Hollis has always been my favorite overachiever.
Tonight is no different.
After dinner is served, I watch as she makes her way around the tables, passing out hot chocolate, cookies, and what looks like plastic sandwich bags full of icing. She gives the kids a tutorial on how to pipe the icing onto the cookies then hands out sprinkles and various toppings.
When I saw her with her grandfather, I knew she’d be able to handle the kids here. She’s patient and thoughtful and has the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met.
