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"What?"
"I need you to run some paperwork over to Sinclair's place. I have a last-minute meeting before we close down for the holidays." A scowl crosses his face. I think he'd work right through Christmas if it were up to him. He works too much. "The paperwork is on the counter downstairs."
"What kind of paperwork?"
"The kind that'll make us both a lot of money." He smirks at me, flashing me his dimple. He and Sinclair run a successful marketing firm. They're worth millions, though Sinclair still lives in a small cabin in the mountains. Money doesn't matter much to him.
Not much seems to matter to him, to be honest. He's closed off and grumpy. Sometimes, I think maybe he cares about me. The way he looks at me sometimes makes me feel like the only woman in the world. But then he gets all growly and bossy again, and I figure I'm just seeing what I want to see.
"Can you run it out to him?" Lachlan asks.
"I guess so," I sigh, trying not to seem too excited. The last thing I need is for my brother to find out that I'm in love with his best friend and business partner. I doubt he'd love knowing that.
"You're my favorite sister."
"I'm your only sister."
"Then it's a good thing you're my favorite." He winks at me and taps the edge of the doorframe. "Tell Sinclair that I expect him to be here for Christmas."
"He's coming for Christmas?" I squeak.
Lachlan shoots me a look that says I'm being ridiculous. "Where else would he go, Lyric?"
Good question. Sinclair doesn't have any family. Aside from Lachlan, I'm not even sure if he has any friends. Okay. So maybe my brother isn't the only one with secrets. Sinclair Evans has plenty of his own. And I'm dying to learn every single one of them.
He's all I think about. I can't stand it anymore.
Please, I pray to whatever spirit oversees granting Christmas wishes.Please, let him fall in love with me before I shatter into pieces.
Chapter Two
Sinclair
"Fuck," I growl, gripping my cock through my sweats as Lyric's yellow BMW Z4 bounces down the gravel lane toward my cabin, kicking up small pebbles and mud from the tires. She's driving too fast again.
I've told her a thousand times that she needs to slow down before she rips the bottom of her car all to hell, but she never listens. I think the curvy little brat was put on this earth just to defy me. She does it at every turn as if it's a biological imperative.
I know exactly what she needs to settle her down and make her behave. Me between those thick thighs, fucking my kid into her while she screams for daddy. I've thought of nothing else since I met her a year ago.
I'm almost ready to claim her. Almost. I just need to keep it together for a few more days.
But Christ, every second I spend without her is torture. I'm hanging on by a thread.
I toss my axe and throw the split log onto the pile. There's nothing I can do to hide my erection in my sweats, so I don't try. Maybe it'll teach her little ass to call before she shows up out here unannounced.
She pulls up in front of the cabin, Christmas music blaring from her speakers as I stride around the side of the house.
"Hey!" She pops out of the car, beaming at me. Of course she's in another tiny sweater dress. The damn thing barely covers her cunt. Her jade eyes run down my naked torso, growing comically wide. "You're naked."
"I'm wearing more than you are, Lyric," I growl. "Where the fuck is the rest of your dress? It's forty degrees out here."
She tears her gaze away from me, looking down at herself. "The rest of my dress? It's all here, Sinclair. And look." She thrusts her arms out. "I'm even wearing a coat this time."
I curse up at the sky. This girl is going to be the death of me.
"You have tattoos."
I lower my gaze to find hers crawling all over me again, taking in every single one of my tattoos. My cock throbs when her tongue peeps out. Naturally, her curious gaze goes right to it.
