Page 47 of Scrooged for the Holidays
“Even the bar?”
I nod. “The storm pretty much took everything out except the power.”
She frowns. “Really?”
“Yep.” Little does she know, the last thing I want is for her to access the outside world. Her focus is to be on her alone from now on.
“I guess I have no plans then.”
“Good. How do you feel about ice skating?”
“Ice skating?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know…”
“Come on, love. When was the last time you did something spontaneous?”
She takes in a breath and then shrugs. “I don’t really do spontaneous.”
“I think now is the perfect time to start.”
She eyes me warily, and I give her my most charming smile. “I’ll even throw in a hot cider after.”
She snorts. “Will it have alcohol in it?”
“I think I can swing a hot toddy.”
Greer thinks it through some more, even pulling out her phone to make sure she isn’t connected to any service. Eventually, she puffs out a breath and dips her chin in agreement.
“Alright, I’ll skate with you. But no laughing when I fall on my ass.”
I stand and hold out my hand. “I promise, Greer. I won’t let you fall.”
She stares at my extended hand, and after a long pause, she nods and puts her palm in mine. I squeeze it, knowing this woman is going to change everything. Even if I’m not exactly sure how yet.
Chapter fourteen
Greer
Idon’tknowwhyI agreed to this. The last thing I ever thought I’d be doing today is lacing up ice skates. Or should I say having an incredibly hot man lace up ice skates for me. Did I mention that means he’s on his knees in front of me?
I won’t say I don’t have a thing for that. But I also shouldn’t be thinking about anything sexual considering he has a complicated relationship with not one but two men, one of whom I’m not convinced isn’t jealous. Not only because Sam was glaring at us through the window like a stalker, but there was also that thing last night at the bar when Kai stopped before he could kiss me.
Remi’s massive hands with matching strong fingers finish tying the lace of my skate with a delicate precision that reminds me of the way he handled Kai last night. I clear my throat and will the image away before I smile at him.
“You’re good to go,” he says, squeezing my ankle.
“Thanks.”
I glance down at the white skates that look brand new then out to the rink that sits in the shadow of the Christmas tree, the one in the town’s center. I’m surprised the rink’s not buried in snow, but I guess they have a way to keep it clean. The ice doesn’thave too many people on it, which is a good thing because I do suck at skating.
I bite the inside of my cheek, annoyed at myself. Why am I here?
One minute, I was upset with Remi while we argued about the definition of wealth, and then the next, we were so close I could feel his warm breath puff against my lips. When he asked me to go skate with him, I said yes before I really thought about it.
Not only do I suck at the activity, but the last time I had skates on my feet was with Avery, when we were kids. I could probably figure out exactly when, but I don’t want to dig around my memories. I don’t need to relive the past again.
