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“Thanks for grabbing this for me. I’ve been so swamped.”
“No problem. Shane is on his way to get Abel, and you can leave now.”
“Oh, but…” Billie glanced out at the stragglers. “I’ve still got a few clients inside.”
“I’ll lock the place up. You need to go home and shower and if I know you, you’ll need to shave the places that need to be shaved. Like your legs and your—“
Billie hugged her sister. “Got it.” She kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her once more. “Thanks for this. We really need a night to ourselves. With the wedding and Abel and the holidays, it’s just been crazy.”
“I know,” Bobbi said softly. “Go get some sugar, okay?”
Billie scooped up the lingerie bag. “I plan on it. Lots of sugar.”
“Sugar is good,” Bobbi shouted as Billie practically ran from the place.
“Yeah,” Billie said with a sly grin, heading out into the cold. “Sugar is real good.”
Chapter Seven
Logan Forest parked his truck near the garage and glanced up at his house. It was already dark, sunset was early these days, but hey, that didn’t mean much considering his place had enough Christmas lights to power a small city.
They twinkled from the roof and the railing that ran around the front porch. Red. Blue. Green and yellow. The windows sported nice white ones and the junipers that lined the far drive were also lit up. As was the carriage house, his garage. Hell, even the mailbox was lit up.
There was a massive inflatable reindeer on the front lawn, its nose glowing neon red, as well as a snow globe and, he glanced back up to the roof, yep, there was Santa staring back at him. As if that wasn’t bad enough, you could see them a mile away on account of the 100watt spotlights pointed in their direction.
He shook his head, and even though he’d taken a lot of ribbing from his brothers and Shane, there was a grin on his face. Who the hell would have thought that his house would turn into something that’d make the Griswald’s proud? Just when he thought he had his wife figured out, she up and did something like this. Sure, she said it was for Abel, but he knew better. Billie was a kid at heart, and the holidays meant a lot to her.
He got it. He came from a large family and Thanksgiving and Christmas were full of some of the best memories that he had. Logan glanced back at the house, his blood heated. He was looking forward to making a lot more.
He slipped out of his truck and slammed the do
or shut behind him, wondering what his wife had in store for him tonight. Shane had swung by the shop a few hours ago— Logan had been in the middle of explaining to Abel what made the Harley he was rebuilding so damn special. But his son didn’t care about anything except the shiny metal that he wasn’t supposed to touch. And he sure as hell wasn’t supposed to jam it into his mouth.
When Shane told him that he’d been instructed to take Abel home with him, Logan had been surprised, but it was the good kind of surprised. It had been ages since he’d had his woman all to himself, and he was looking forward to spending some quality time with Billie. And that would be, naked quality time.
He hopped up the front steps, jacket half off and tugging on his Henley when the door opened and he stopped cold.
“You’re late,” Billie said, her voice tense, which kind of killed his mood.
“I…uh….” He swallowed, eyes moving over her. “You’re dressed.”
Billie tugged him inside. “Of course I’m dressed, and you need to get your butt into the shower.”
Wait. What?
“Are you coming with me?”
“Coming with you where?”
“Into the shower?” he said hopefully, reaching for her, but Billie—always light on her toes even when said toes were encased in four inch heels—sidestepped him.
“Logan, your clothes are on the bed, and I need you back down here in ten minutes.”
Billie’s long hair waved around her shoulders, and damn, the red dress she wore showed off assets that he was dying to see. Dying to touch. To kiss and to taste. But he recognized the look in her eyes. The woman meant business.
“Give me a kiss and I’ll have the fastest shower on record,” he challenged.
Logan was rewarded with a ghost of a smile. “If I let you kiss me, we’ll never make it out of the house.”
