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“I love you too, babygirl.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Alice couldn’t believe it was Christmas Eve!
She settled a tray of cookies down on the counter. Lochlan, Joey, and Miles were all coming tomorrow morning and spending the whole day. She had been meal prepping for hours, but she couldn’t stop smiling. Nothing was ruining today for her!
“Right. Time to stop now, baby. Come spend some time with me.”
“Soon, Daddy,” she murmured as she checked the cookies over. They looked so good.
“No. Now.”
Alice glanced up at the growl in his voice. Okay, he was done being patient, then. He crooked a finger at her, then pointed at the floor in front of him. She took off her Christmas apron, another purchase from her travels, and skipped over to him.
She was wearing green stockings with candy canes on them and a soft dress with an image of Mrs. Claus on the front.
“Hi, Daddy! What’s the matter?”
“What’s the matter is that you’ve been doing too much and you need to come and sit with Daddy and watch a movie.”
The tree looked amazing. The guys had done such a good job. Under her orders, of course.
“Of course, Daddy. You only had to say so.” She gave him a sweet smile.
“Sassy as always.” He tapped her nose as he led her to the sofa. But before they could sit, headlights peeked through a gap in the curtains.
“Who the hell is that?” Anson thundered as he walked over to the door.
A weird feeling went through her and she picked up her phone. “Wait!”
But he had the door open and that’s when she heardhisvoice. Alice swallowed heavily.
No, no, no.
“Where is she?” George demanded.
“You,” Anson spat out. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Alice! Alice, come out here! Now!”
Anson turned to her. “Stay.”
She nodded. She wasn’t keen to get close to George.
“You need to leave. Now,” Anson told him.
“I want to speak to my wife,” George demanded pompously.
“Not happening. And she won’t be your wife for much longer. You have anything to tell her, go through her lawyer. Otherwise, you’re trespassing. Now, get off my land.”
“Alice, what are you doing here? And with this simple lumberjack?” George demanded.
“Simple?” she spat, anger filling her.
Before she knew what she was doing, she walked over to stand next to Anson. He held his arm out so she couldn’t go past him. But she didn’t want to. She just wanted to see George.
Oh, he looked bad. Tired and wrinkled.
