Page 3 of Christmas in Kentbury

Nope. I don’t care about his taut body.

I refuse to acknowledge any emotional or physical attraction to this man. Never mind that every time his light blue eyes focus on me, my heart flutters fast inside my chest.

“Hmm,” he says, as he enters the room and I follow him with my eyes. “Bring a bucket filled with cold water and ice.”

“Why would I do that?” I sneer. “It’ll ruin the bed.”

“Wouldn’t you like to see Bishop cry like a little girl?” He pokes the guy with the wrench.

“Wake up, Harris.” Landon’s rough voice booms around the room. “Why are you here?”

“Ew, Hops?” I turn around, disgusted by the sight of my brother’s naked body.

Perfect, just great. I just saw my brother’s bare ass and if this is any indication, he must’ve been kicked out of his place.

“Five more minutes, babe,” Bishop grumbles.

“Handle your friend,” I say to Landon as I walk away. “I need this room,now. We have paying guests arriving soon.”

“You owe me, Lee,” Landon calls after me.

“I don’t owe youshit,” I mumble but I’m sure he doesn’t hear me since I’m almost at the bottom of the stairs.

“You said a bad word,” Cassie, who sits on the foyer couch, chides me.

“Clean those ears,” I say playfully. “Your hearing is faulty.”

“Ha, I heard you all right. You saidshit,” she repeats, giving me a mischievous smile so much like her father’s.

“What have we told you? That’s not a ladylike word, Cassandra,” Landon reprimands his daughter.

“I just repeated what Lee said, Daddy,” Cassie tattletales on me.

“I didn’t know you brought her along.”Or I would have watched my fucking language.

“It’s Saturday and I can’t stay at homealone.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m not old enough. He’s going to have me do homework in his office while he works on a car.”

“You can always hang out with me,” I suggest.

“You’re such a bad influence, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Landon jokes.

“She doesn’t say shit much, only mouthsfucka lot,” Cassie says.

I glare at her. “I thought we were friends.”

“He says bad words too. You should make him put a hundred dollars in the swear jar every week,” she accuses her dad, and I’m pretty sure she’s having a blast with us.

“We need to talk.” Landon’s voice is a little more stern than usual.

I can’t help but laugh when I realize he’s biting back a smirk.

“Oh my,” I say, clutching my necklace. “You’re breaking up with me? I thought we had a good thing going between us. Was it my scones? I thought you loved maple scones.”

“Do you have any?” He gives me a boyish smile.

“Nope, today we have cranberry scones. I can make you some coffee and you can tell dear Knightly what’s bothering you.”

“Can I have pancakes for breakfast, please?” Cassie requests.

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