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“What?”

“My birth was not a welcome event. He never wanted a baby, and especially not a girl.”

“That’s fucked,” I growled, wrapping my arms around her protectively. Her leg slid between mine, and I felt her hip brush against my junk. Despite the gravity of our talk, my dick grew hard at the contact.

She felt it and rubbed against me again. I flipped her on top of me, and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Are you trying to distract me so you don’t have to continue this discussion now that we’re talking about you?” I asked.

“Yep.” She nibbled on my ear and wriggled her body against my dick. “Is it working?”

In answer, I grabbed her ass and hiked her up my torso so I could reach her nipples with my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her body. I could do this all night.

I woke up, momentarily confused as to where I was. Pale light was coming in through the window, and I guessed it was early morning. I lifted my head to take in the scene, my military training coming back. No danger here. Quite the contrary. Nicole’s leg was between mine, and her hip was half on me. My arm was flung out over Nicole’s chest, and she was holding it. How that could be comfortable for her, I didn’t know, but she was still asleep.

I listened to her slow breathing and watched the corner of her lips twitch up like she was having a good dream. Some of her hair was over her face while the rest was fanned out across the pillow. I was mesmerized by her thick dark lashes and smooth olive-colored skin. God, she was beautiful.

I wanted to reach over and brush the hair from her face and stroke her soft cheek, but I didn’t want to wake her. Eventually, she stirred and turned on her other side. I slowly got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I’d rather stay in bed with her, but I knew we had to get up and get going so she could get to work.

As I soaped up, I whistled a tune. I wanted a happy tune, but the only ones I could think of at the moment were Christmas songs. Whatever. I was feeling pretty damn good. It felt right to take things to the next level with Nicole. At least, to me, it did. I wasn’t too sure about Nicole. Could she deny the chemistry between us? I guess I’d find out.

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Nicole

Iwokeuptothe sound of someone whistlingRudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.It was coming from the bathroom. It struck me so silly I laughed for a second. I stretched and looked around. Climbing out of my sleep-induced fog, I remembered the dinner, the windstorm, and—oh God—everything. I remembered every little thing. And the big things too, like his… No, no, no!

I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to get that glorious image out of my head. I must think. What now? For one crazy night, I’d plucked him out of thefriend’scorner and into my arms. It had been so exhausting continuously pushing him away, denying my attraction, that I’d let my guard down.Bad Nicole, bad!I chastised myself.

I massaged my temples, trying to think. I needed to get out of here. I jumped out of bed so quickly that I got a little lightheaded and had to hold onto the headboard for a minute. I hurried into my clothes and did a quick finger-comb through my hair. I grabbed the keycard and went downstairs.

“Hi there,” I smiled at the same desk clerk from last night. “I take it you spent the night too?”

“Yes, we all stayed and made the best of it.” He leaned forward and whispered, “I may or may not have lost all my money in the poker game that ensued.”

“I’m sorry for your losses,” I cracked. “Are we able to leave now? And an equally important question, is there coffee down here somewhere?”

“Yes, the road has been cleared, thanks to the crews working all night with their chainsaws. I heard a rumor that we will have a big bonfire this winter, what with all the firewood we now have.”

“Oh good, because I’ve got to get to work. A bonfire sounds like small-town fun. And coffee?”

“Right this way,” he said, leading me to the dining room.

I nodded at the other all-night guests that had made an appearance. My gaze fell on a long table set up as an impromptu buffet, and my stomach immediately started grumbling.

“Wow, you have food.” I sniffed the air in appreciation. “It smells delicious.”

“We only had a skeleton kitchen crew, but they wanted to feed you.”

“I am SO going to give you a good review and sing your praises on social media,” I declared as I filled a plate.

I downed scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and a fruit medley while thinking about Dan and my dilemma. This… this… physical attraction thing we had going wasn’t going to happen again. I needed to keep my distance from him. Literally.

I would concentrate on my job and my baby, and no one would get hurt. I was not going to examine how I felt about him. Because if I looked too closely and saw just how much I liked him, it would be too painful when he found out I was pregnant and then rejected me. I’d had enough rejection in my life. I couldn’t handle anymore—especially if this time it was from him.

I let myself back into the room and saw Dan sitting on the bed, frowning as he scrolled through his texts. He didn’t look like the easy-going Dan I’d come to know. He looked at me pensively.

I handed him a plate of food. “Hungry?”

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