Page 67 of Mistletoe & Magic
He presses a kiss to the top of my hair. “Guess we will.”
Remy gets Junie to bed and tucked in and joins me on the couch as we sit in front of the fire, wrapped up in each other.
And just like that, the world feels right.
Tate’s helping a customer tie a tree to the top of their SUV while I’m stocking cocoa cups at the stand. Across the lot, Remy is lifting another tree like it weighs nothing.
I hear it before I see her, a familiar woman’s laugh, flirty and just loud enough to carry.
“Well, hello, handsome,” Vanessa drawls, leaning against the truck while Remy secures the twine. “What Hallmark movie are you in? Because I’d watch it.”
I nearly choke on my breath but manage to laugh, the sound sharper than I mean for it to be. Tate glances over at me, smirking like he knows exactly what just lit me up.
Remy doesn’t even look at her. He double-checks the knots, steps back, and gives the customer a polite nod. “You’re all set. Drive safe.” Then he’s already turning to help the next person, calm and professional as ever, like the comment never happened.
Only Vanessa reaches out and grabs his arm to stop him. Remy glances down at his arm and up at her and pulls his arm back. “Wait, I wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner some time.”
“Not only would my girlfriend have an issue with that, but Iwould, too. Please don’t touch me,” he tells her, politely and firmly.
I stroll over and say, “Everything okay here?”
Vanessa’s eyes narrow on me. Remy doesn’t miss this, either.
Remy ignores her and bends down and kisses me thoroughly.
She turns on her heels and stomps away, huffing.
“Well,” I say softly. “That was interesting.”
Remy just smirks and pulls me in tighter.
My pulse is still pounding when the last car rolls out, and the lot grows quiet again. Tate heads to the barn to grab more twine for tomorrow, leaving us alone.
I’m sweeping pine needles, a never-ending job, I’ve found, when I feel him behind me, close enough that his body heat cuts through the cold.
“You done?” His voice is low, rough, and it goes straight through me.
“Almost,” I say, leaning the broom against the wall.
Before I can blink, he’s kissing me, hard, walking me backward into the barn. My spine bumps the doorframe, and I grab at his jacket, stunned and breathless.
He breaks just enough to murmur against my mouth, “I saw you jealous, Ivy.”
I swallow hard. “I didn’t like Vanessa flirting with you.”
His mouth curves, but his eyes have gone dark. “How do you think I felt watching you date Douchey Derek all those years?”
My breath catches. “I didn’t think you noticed.”
His jaw tightens, and his voice is a growl. “I noticed.”
He kisses me again, slower this time, but deeper, like he’s trying to erase every memory of anyone else. I melt against him, fingers tangling in his hair.
We make it as far as his office before he flips the latch, shuts thedoor, and lifts me onto the desk like I weigh nothing. The room is small, lit by a rustic overhead light, smelling of hay and pine.
“You have any idea what you do to me?” he mutters, mouth tracing down my neck.
“Show me,” I whisper.
