Page 93 of When Ivy Met Mr. Holiday
“I’m just glad I didn’t have to wear a scarletAsweater.”
“You and me both.”
Jack danced his fingers down my back. “I will probably never love the holidays as much as you do, but I’m glad I came, and I look forward to many more crazy holidays with your family.”
“Really? You’re not just faking it?”
“I promise I’m not. But . . .”
I froze; hisbutheld some meaning, and I was a little afraid of it.
“Since it’s technically Christmas, I want to give you one of your gifts now. But I don’t want you to take it as me not wanting to spend time with your family. It’s just now that we’re a couple, I was hoping to spend some time just the two of us away from the world—and hopefully the cameras—before we both have to go back to work.”
I leaned away, curious and a little excited about where this was going.
His lips twitched, threatening a smile, and his eyes danced. “What would you think of flying out tomorrow toan undisclosed tropical location where I can promise white sandy beaches, fruity cocktails, and no matching sweaters?”
“Well . . . I don’t know,” I sing-songed. “No matching sweaters?”
“How about matching swimsuits?” He wagged his brow.
“Hmm. The big question is, will there be bunk beds?”
“What do you think?” he groaned as he leaned in and captured my lips.
It was the kind of gentle kiss that answered my question while curling my toes as he took his time moving his lips over mine.
“So, what do you say?” he whispered between kisses.
I loved the thought of just the two of us together. Especially now that we were a couple. And Jack had been more than a good sport about the Wells family Christmas traditions.
“You know, this could be the start of a Christmas compromise. Every year you promise to wear matching Christmas sweaters with my family for a week, and then the next week we celebrate each other in a location of your choice.”
He buried his head in my neck and nuzzled right in. “I love the way you think.”
I shivered and giggled.
Jack’s head popped up. “Will this upset your family?”
“I think they’ll understand. They will probably appreciate the photographers leaving.”
“So, is that a yes?”
I smiled and nodded.
Jack brushed his lips over mine. “Merry Christmas, Ivy.”
“Merry Christmas, Jack.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Do I think men and women can be friends? Absolutely not, but it’s sure fun to try.”
Mr. Holiday
Jack
“Goodbye,Un-cohJack.Ilove you.”
