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She furrowed her brow and turned to look at Wade. "Your choice."
"Might I suggest an angel?" Al offered.
"An angel it is."
He clapped his hands in delight. "Now let's get you all sorted out."
*****
"I think this goes here." She held up a shiny gold bulb.
"I don't think there is any particular order." He was tangled up with gold and red strings. Al had been true to his word and everything had been delivered within half an hour of them arriving home.
She had found a bowl of eggnog in the fridge and poured some into two glasses as they decorated the tree. "And we really should ditch everything and hire someone - a professional - someone who knows what the hell they are doing to get this thing done. We are making a mess." He gestured to the pile of tinsel on the carpet.
"You are a hotshot multi-billionaire with fancy hotels all over the world and I am a hotshot designer whose designs have been featured in several magazines. We got this."
"I am not certain we do." He glanced at the clock on the mantle. "It's getting late."
"It's just- Oh crap! Almost midnight? How can it be almost midnight?"
"Shall we dump everything and have someone deal-"
"No." She shook her head firmly. "We are not going to let this damn tree beat us."
"Remi, darling, nothing is wrong with waving the white flag."
"I am not waving a damn flag, white or otherwise. Now reach up and put the angel on the pointy thing."
"Pointy thing?"
"You know what I mean. Go. We should be finished in the next ten minutes."
It took them thirty minutes before she was satisfied and as she was about to go and get a broom to clean up the mess, he took her hand and shook his head. "Bed now. Mrs. Mason will clean up."
"She is going to hate me even more."
He cast her a glance as they headed up the stairs. "She does not hate you."
"She does too. You should see the looks she gives me."
"What looks?" He nudged her into the bedroom and closed the doors.
"The one that tells me that she would prefer someone else for you." She stood there while he took off her clothes.
"I am sure it is just your imagination. " He walked her back to the bed.
"She thinks you can do better."
"I have done better." He dragged off his clothing and joined her. She snuggled into his arms and breathed in his scent.
"She does not think so."
"Has she ever been rude to you?"
"No. Just really polite and snotty. She thinks I am loud and aggressive."
"You are loud and aggressive. “He grinned as she poked him hard in the ribs. "But I love you anyway."
