Page 91 of The Best Christmas Choir Ever

Harriet blinked down at the headband, slowly sliding it back on her head.

“So,” Charlie said. “I say we go out there and give them the show they came to see.”

Julian nodded. “Are we ready to rock this competition?”

“Yes,” Maggie said, grabbing Harriet and Doris, looking determined.

“Hell yes!” Frank said and the group erupted into laughter. Frank wheeled himself toward the door, leading the way, and the choir followed.

“Guess this is it,” Charlie said.

“Guess so.” Julian stroked her cheek. “Break a leg. I’ll be watching from the wings.”

“Nice try.” She picked up a pair of jingly reindeer antlers and fit them over his hair. “We’re in this together, codirector.”

Julian beamed. “The place where the music sings?”

Charlie nodded. “Like Frank said, hell yeah.” And with that she darted off after the choir.

Julian hesitated for a moment, quickly pulling out his phone to text Diane.

So, I’ve had some thoughts on the activities director position.

Twenty

Charlie

“Merry Christmas,” Julian whispered, snuggling against the softness of her cheek. “Did I forget to say that?”

Charlie bit her lip as Julian’s hand tightened around her thigh. “I think it came up between ‘Good morning’ and ‘are you my present?’” She moaned and shifted, curling her fists into the blankets.

“Good. As long as I mentioned it.”

“You definitely did.”

“We should get to Glendale,” he said, breathing her in. Snow fell gently against the window, gray winter light highlighting the room in soft shadows.

“I’m not the one hard at work,” she pointed out.

“You’re right. Give me one more minute.”

“Is that all it’ll take?”

“I think I can be efficient when the occasion calls for it,” he said, and she giggled as his lips ghosted down her chest and over her belly, nipping at her inner thighs. He teased the sensitive skin there, and Charlie tried to move her hips, tried to get his mouth where she ached, but he pulled back whenever she did.

“Stop that,” she whispered.

“Stop what?”

“Teasing me.”

“I like teasing you. I like all the little sounds you make. Like music to my ears.”

Charlie snorted. “How long have you been waiting to use that one?”

“I’ve been saving it.”

“Mmm,” she hummed as he danced his lips toward her clit again. She stilled when he got close, anticipation coursing through her.