Page 22 of A Breakers Christmas

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Eva

“Can you pass the potatoes?”Dommie asked pertly on Christmas Eve.

I looked up from my plate, seeing her staring at me and, with one look, I could see she was deliberately ignoring the person sitting next to her.

Themansitting next to her.

Walker.

Whose eyes are fixed on her profile, her lifted chin and tense shoulders.

Hmm.

I lifted my brows at my sister. “CanWalkernot pass you the potatoes?”

If looks could kill, I would be dead on the floor, and nothing could send more glee through me—ah, torturing my younger siblings was my favorite.

Truly.

I grinned over at her then turned my focus to Walker. “Walker?”

The sexy smile the gorgeous hockey player tossed my direction made me shiver—and I already had my own gorgeous hockey player who sent me sexy smiles on the regular. “Yeah, Eva?”

Theo slid his arm around my shoulders, tugging me and my chair closer to him.

A silent signal to the world—one that everyone at this table certainly already knew, considering the ring on my finger and the picture of Elvis marrying us hanging on my wall—that I belonged to him.

I stretched up, pressed a kiss to his jaw then turned back to Walker…and my sister. “Would you be so kind as to pass Dommie the potatoes?”

Gabe snorted, smirking over at Jer, who was deliberately eating from his own pile of mash on his plate and not engaging in the typical Moreno nonsense.

Lana and Rose—Theo’s sisters—clearly didn’t have the same compunction.

They giggled and Lana, who was still dating her hockey player boyfriend (a hockey player who had serious potential to make it in the big leagues) leaned into his lanky-yet-to-be-fully-filled-out frame.

Theo growled.

I grinned, patted his thigh.

Ah.

The holidays.

It was absolutely the best getting everyone together—especially my overprotective hubby and his independent sisters and Lana’s über-confident-and-blithely-ignoring-the-growling-and-sitting-across-the-table-from-him-older-brother boyfriend, Levi.

Fun times.

Meanwhile, Walker ignored all of that, just picked up the bowl of potatoes, and did some leaning of his own.

Into Dommie.

“Did you want some potatoes, sunlight?”

Hmm.

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