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Okay, she has a point. Still, I’m not admitting it to her.

I groan. “I hate you.”

“No, you love me.”

“Well, right now, I'm not feeling the love.”

She snorts again. “Right now, honey, you're feeling excited. Just do what I say, it'll work.”

I nibble my lip as I think about it, but I just don't know. He promised to make me scream his name. And yeah, he's kind of fulfilled that promise a few times, but not in the way that I want him to. And he hasn't let me return the favor. Not once. That's really getting old.

I don't like being a taker. Relationships are about giveandtake. They are back and forth, but this is all take. I want to give.

I want to do what Katie said and blow his mind.

“I still think you should come out after Christmas,” I say, changing the subject. Katie knows what I'm doing, but she doesn't harp on me for it.

“So I can meet Mr. Perfect For Me?”

“Exactly. And to see your best friend.”

“I'll think about it. I miss your cute little ass.”

“Yeah, and I miss your crazy ass,” I return quickly.

“Love you.”

I blow her a kiss through the phone and end the call. Then I open my chat with Allie and shoot her a message. We make plans to get together first thing in the morning for breakfast and lingerie shopping. She’s as excited as Katie to help me blow Nick’s mind.

ChapterTwenty-Six

Sadie

The front door bangs open and I jump in the kitchen where I stand with my hot cup of tea. I set the cup on the counter with a clang as Claus scurries, nails on the floor, to his safe place behind the chair. I hurry to the front door and my jaw drops as I see Nick pushing a tree through the opening.A tree.One from his yard he must have sawed down like a total bush man.

“What are you doing?” I call over the mass of green needled limbs and melting snow.

“Getting you your tree.” The man doesn’t sound entirely happily. “Think you can help?”

I jump into action, grabbing the stump of the tree and pulling it into the house. Snow is dripping onto the floor, and I can't help but stare at him in shock.

“You didn’t think we should just get one from the store? You know, from a box—without all the snow and hassle?”

He glares at me. “You don't do a box tree for Christmas.”

“Um, I do every year.”

“I don't,” he says firmly. “If I’m getting a tree, I’m getting atree.”

I snort, and his dark eyes flash to mine as I accuse, “You’re a Christmas tree snob.”

“Sunshine.” He heaves a sigh like I’m testing his patience. “You wanted a tree; I got you a tree.”

“Thank you,” I say graciously, and then I gesture to the floor. “My tree is going to flood your house.”

“It’s not so bad.” He yanks off his toque, leaving his dark hair a mess. He looks good with messy hair. I kind of want to jump him right now, but of course, I don’t. His voice pulls my attention back to the here and now, and I shake off thoughts of a sweaty and naked Nick at my mercy. “I shook off most of the snow outside. We’ll let it sit here for a bit while we bring in all the decorations. By the time we’re done, we’ll be able to get the tree set up where you want it.”

“You have decorations?” I’m surprised.

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