Page 14 of Say Yule Stay
“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing I crashed into your life, isn’t it?”
Eyes darkening, his expression is almost wolfish, and it has heat pooling between my legs. “You have no idea.”
12
WALKER
What the hell is wrong with me?
One minute I’m making pancakes, and the next I’m a half second from stripping her clothes off and having her for breakfast.
Fuck.
“Breakfast first.” Lacey’s voice is teasing, and I have to drag my hands down my face and take a couple of deep breaths before I have some semblance of control.
“You’re way too tempting,” I tell her and watch as she looks down at herself with an amused expression. Her oversized sweater, leggings, and messy bun might as well be a mini dress and heels the way it’s got my dick hard.
Seriously, what happenedto me?
I’ve had dry spells before and didn’t embarrass myself half as much as I am right now.
Sucking in a steadying breath, I grab a mug from the cabinet and pour her a cup of coffee.
“Thanks.” Her smile is bright, her face devoid of makeup, and she’s just so damn pretty I can’t help but staring.
Again.
“There’s peppermint mocha creamer in the fridge.” Pausing, I add, “And milk but nothing else. I wasn’t exactly expecting guests.”
“Ha-ha,” she deadpans, crossing the kitchen and pulling open the refrigerator door. “You have holiday edition creamer but no decorations up.” She tsks and I force myself to look around the open space.
“Again, I wasn’t exactly expecting company,”—I point at the garland draped over the mantel—“and that’s festive.”
“Where’s your tree?”
“Do you have one up in your apartment?” I toss back and she nods, cradling her mug and blowing on the liquid.
“It’s a small one that I have on my counter, but it still counts.”
“Hardly.”
Motioning toward the large front window, Lacey huffs. “You have the best place to put a tree! That’s prime real estate. If it wasn’t still snowing, I’d make you get dressed so we could go find a tree.”
“I have a fake one.”
“Where is it?”
“In the attic.”
“Can we put it up? Are there more decorations?”
I want to be mad that I offered the information so freely, but I can’t because Lacey is looking at me with an excitement that is contagious.
When was the last time I was excited about the holidays?
There isn’t a good answer to that question, but I don’t want to dwell on it. Even if things between Lacey and me last just as long as this snowstorm, I’m grateful for the spark she ignited in me again.
“Breakfast first.”
