Page 21 of Say Yule Stay
“So many things I didn’t want to see.” This time I can’t keep the bitterness out of my voice.
It’s fine. I’ll find something better—something where I’ll be appreciated.
A girl can dream.
“That’s bullshit,” Sawyer remarks before looking at Walker. “What’s your penis story?”
“My what?”
“Everyone else has had one so it’s your turn.”
Leaning back in his chair, Walker ponders for only a minute before smirking. “When we first opened Coastal Eats, we had a hard time finding someone reliable to deliver the food, so I filled in a couple of times. This particular order had instructions toring the bellso I did.”
“Uh-oh.” Hallie snickers.
“He answered the door naked, clearly expecting someone else?—”
“Clearly,” Sawyer mutters.
“And we both stared at each other for a few seconds before he stammered an apology and slammed the door.” He’s about totake a sip of his drink when he adds, “He sent us a really big tip after theincident.”
“I’ll bet he did,” I muse as Walker drapes his arm over the back of my chair before leaning into my space.
“Don’t worry—you’ll get more than the tip later.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Me either, Lace, me either.”
18
WALKER
It’s peaceful as we make the trek back to my house. Our time at Coastal Eats was perfect, and begrudgingly, I’m thankful that Sawyer dragged us out for the night. As we say our goodbyes, we promise to get together before Lacey goes back to Chicago—a thought that I’d successfully pushed from my mind.
The snowdrifts are higher than when we left, and I walk in front of Lacey so she can have a makeshift path.
It’s the least I can do.
She hiccups behind me and giggles as we push through the front door, the wind making it slam closed behind us.
“It’s like something out of a movie,” she says, stomping her boots on the mat as she pulls the hat from her head.
“What is?”
“Tonight! The snow and going out in it with friends and just the whole thing. It’s just…” She presses her palms to her flushed cheeks. “I’m just really happy.”
“Good,” I tell her, closing the distance and lightly pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up toward mine. “I like seeing you happy.”
Desire simmers in her hazel eyes as I press my lips to hers. The kiss is unhurried, not like earlier when I’d been ready to strip her down in the middle of my living room.
“Know what would make me happy right now?” she purrs, pressing her chest into me as she leans back to meet my gaze.
“What’s that?”
“After all that talk about penises, I really want yours”—she licks her lips—“in my mouth.”
I will not think about the fact this is my best friend’s sister saying this…
