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“Ninny? Did you just call me a ninny? You must really want me to make you scream when we get back to the cabin. Or perhaps I should strip you naked and fuck you in the snow. That would hurt, wouldn’t it, love?”
She shuddered next to him, and he knew he had her attention. But having her attention didn’t change the fact that she was angry, so she kept talking.
“I’m serious, Russell. That was uncalled for. You could have been present for the massage. But you trotted off to do someone else’s job for them. How many suggestions did you offer about their security protocols? Have you hired your own people yet?”
She stalked away from him toward their cabin, and he had to jog to catch up with her.
“What the hell has gotten into you, woman? This isn’t how we disagree.”
She kept walking and didn’t say anything until they were back at their cabin.
“I’m tired, Russell. Tired of the stress over getting pregnant. Tired of your constant worry about my safety. I just want to live my life with you and actually enjoy it. But we can’t even take a damn vacation without you bringing the worry with you.”
She opened the front door and headed straight for the bedroom, slamming it in his face.
He wasn’t sure if he should push his way in and make her submit, or if she really needed space. Gemma could have a temper when he’d really pissed her off, but they always worked things out.
He just had to figure out how to get through to her. And he probably had to compromise. Something he’d never been very good at. Though marriage had certainly improved those skills over the years.
He left her alone long enough to process what she said and check on Matthew and Kendall before he knocked on the door.
When she didn’t answer, he eased the door open and found her sleeping in the center of the mattress. He’d hoped she would take a nap before they had their fun tonight, but not because she was pissed at him. So far, this vacation wasn’t quite turning out how he wanted it to.
He moved quietly and stripped out of his dress clothes and put on a pair of gray lounge pants and a black T-shirt before he laid on the bed next to her and pulled her close.
She sighed and curled in next to him, but didn’t wake up, so he just watched her and contemplated the best way to win her back and put this trip back on the right track.
Chapter 6
Gemma
Gemma’sstomachgrowledasher eyes fluttered open. The room was dimly lit, and the curtains were drawn, but sunlight filtered through the slit in the drapery.
A room service cart sat at the foot of the bed, and something smelled delicious.
The door from the living room opened, and Russell stepped in, looking perfect even in his lounge clothes.
It always amused and annoyed her that he never needed to work very hard to look like a God. Meanwhile, her skin-care routine required a small fortune in products. Russell assured her often that she didn’t need any of it, but the tabloids that caught her without makeup strongly disagreed.
Russell stuck his hand in his pocket and soft holiday music filtered through the state-of-the-art sound system the cabin was wired with.
“You slept so long I had time to plan our first day of Christmas,” he murmured as he leaned over the bed to kiss her forehead.
“I like the sound of that. But I’m still mad at you.”
He shrugged. “That’s OK. It doesn’t change anything about the fact that you’re mine.”
She shook her head as he moved with cocky grace toward the room service cart and began uncovering dishes.
“Did you enjoy your nap, love?” he asked as he brought her a plate of food.
She speared scrambled eggs with her fork and nodded. “I definitely needed it. Who knew a massage could wear me out so much?”
He chuckled. “Are you sure it wasn’t the orgasms on the plane, or the blow job in the shower that did it?”
She grinned. “I guess that could have something to do with it. How long did I sleep anyway?”
He glanced at the smartwatch on his wrist and counted on his fingers. “About sixteen hours.”
