Page 69 of Snowbound in Her Boss's Bed

“More so than you realize,” he said seriously, glad to see her smile grow.

“The rink was part of the reason I chose this property when I came out here,” he added. “I missed skating.”

Miri nodded, barely holding back her grin. “It’s definitely not something that comes up a lot in LA, like golfing.”

“Though I’m good at that, too,” he said, deadpan and utterly without humility, and she laughed aloud.

“Of course you are,” she said when she could. “And I bet there’s a golf course somewhere around here, too.”

“You would be correct, though it’s only a nine-hole.”

She let out the bark of laughter he was so fond of as she set her skates to the side and slid her fuzzy-socked feet back into the fluffy slippers she’d found in the wardrobe.

He couldn’t say he wished he had known that his assistant had taken his order to set up his Aspen house the same as his California residence—because he would eternally be grateful for the robe she’d worn to dinner last night—but he was glad to have discovered it existed today, even if just for her excitement in picking out clothes.

He was wealthy enough to be an over-the-top host.

She made it meaningful.

“Only a nine-hole,” she muttered, shaking her head, still smiling.

It was remarkable how easy it was to be around her—to talk to her, or not, to make love to her or simply enjoy her company—the only thing it was not easy to do around her was focus on other things, and that was a problem rare enough that he was intrigued.

Work would be there waiting for him when the storm passed.

Miri wouldn’t.

So he would go with the way she rerouted the flow, and keep her naked for as much of it as he could.

And, like his past with his parents, he simply wouldn’t think about the future.

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