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She frowns.
I remove ninety percent of the frosting from the cookie. “If you make a nice smooth layer, you can add sprinkles.” I shake a few green sprinkles on top of the red frosting. “See?”
“What if I don’t want sprinkles?”
I put on a sigh. “Too bad since I’m pretty sure Santa prefers sprinkles on his cookies.”
Her eyes widen. “We’re making cookies for Santa?”
I shrug. “I thought we’d practice since we want Santa’s cookies to be perfect.”
“Okay. I try again.”
I hand her a cookie and help her to spread a layer of frosting over it. The layer is still too thick, but we’re getting there. I help her with a few cookies before letting her do some on her own.
“Can I add sprinkles now?”
I hand her the sprinkles. “Gentle. You don’t want to—”
She pours half of the jar onto one cookie. “Perfect!”
Before I can stop her, she stuffs the cookie into her mouth. The sprinkles fly everywhere, but land mostly on her face as she chews. She brushes them away with her hands, but since her hands are covered in frosting, her face is now decorated in red frosting and green sprinkles.
The door to Damon’s study squeaks open and I glance over as he strolls into the kitchen. I nearly sigh at the sight of him. His sleeves are rolled up and his hair is a mess as if he’s been running his hands through it all day.
“Daddy!” Skye drops the rest of the cookie and runs to him.
He chuckles as he picks her up and swings her around. “Have you been eating cookies, squirt?”
“We’ve been decorating.”
“Decorating cookies or your face?”
“Cookies. Daddy’s silly.”
“Sorry.” I rush forward with a wet washcloth. “Little Miss Loves Frosting shoved a cookie into her face before I could stop her.”
Damon wipes Skye’s face with the cloth while she bats at his hands.
“We’re making cookies for Santa,” Skye announces once he finishes and lets her down.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “For Santa?”
Oh no. Does he plan to tell her Santa doesn’t exist? Did I screw up? Too late now.
“Santa needs cookies to keep up his energy for flying to all the little boys and girls to give them presents on Christmas night.”
Damon’s gaze dips to my mouth. “Santa does enjoy sweet things.”
My cheeks warm as memories of our kiss on the couch assault me. I’ve never been thoroughly kissed the way Damon kissed me. I felt owned the moment his tongue touched mine. A feeling I’ve never felt before. A feeling I want to experience again.
“Does Santa prefer red or green frosting?” Skye asks and brings me back to reality.
A reality where Damon and I never kiss again. Where I’m his nanny and he’s Skye’s dad.
“I don’t think…” I trail off when I notice Skye’s lips are red. “Have you been eating the frosting?”
“No.”
