Page 64 of Sleigh Bells and Snowstorms
He helped her put a red-and-white Santa hat on her head. It was a little big, draping low on her forehead.
“Thank you.” She spun and rushed to the kitchen. “Mommy, look!”
Jensen grinned at me, and the hat didn’t make it any less sexy.
Shaking my head slightly, I laughed. “This is amazing.” I gestured up and down. “You definitely understood the assignment.”
“I don’t do things halfway.” He came over to the couch and sat beside me, then produced another Santa hat from his bag. “I brought them for all of us.”
Gently, he put the hat on my head and leaned in to brush my lips with a soft kiss.
“Gorgeous,” he said. “Very Christmas chic.”
Putting my hands beneath my chin, I pretended to pose. “Thank you.”
“Stay here. I’ll bring your dinner.” He pulled a bottle of red wine from the bag. “Would you like a glass?”
“I’d love one. Thanks.”
He took the wine into the kitchen, and a moment later, Nina—wearing a Santa hat—set up the pizzas on the dining table. She helped Annabel get a slice while Jensen brought me a plate and a glass of wine.
After dishing up, we all settled in to eat in the living room. Annabel and Nina sat on the floor, using the coffee table. Jensen sat next to me on the couch, and I shifted so he had room to get closer.
Right as we were about to start eating, “White Christmas” began in the background. Jensen glanced at me and winked.
“You seem to be lacking a tree.” He gestured at the boxes of lights and ornaments.
“We still need to get one,” I said.
“Can we go back to Christmas Village?” Annabel asked.
“Probably,” Nina said. “We definitely need a tree. Even just a small one.”
“Miss Annabel, how’s your pizza?” Jensen asked.
“Good,” she said around a mouthful.
“How’s yours?” I asked.
“Everything pizza ought to be,” he said.
“So Jensen,” Nina began, and I widened my eyes, imploring her not to ask too many questions and make things awkward. “Where do you live? In the UK?”
“Seattle, actually,” he said. “Most of the time. I do keep a flat in London, but I spend most of my time in the States.”
“That’s interesting.” She met my eyes. “Seattle isn’t very far.”
“Not at all. My sister lives in the area. And the weather reminds me of home.”
“And you are, in fact, single.”
“Quite.”
“Do any womenthinkthey’re dating you?”
“No.”
“Have you ever been married?”
