Page 94 of Bragg's Christmas


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I hear Skye in her room and am reminded of more important things than my checkered past. “We can’t tell Skye.”

“Why not?”

“When this doesn’t work out, she’ll be hurt.”

“When?” His jaw clenches. “I think you mean if.”

“If.” I bob my head as if I agree. There’s no way this will work out in the long run. Love Homewrecker Hill isn’t lucky enough to get a happily ever after.

Judging by the muscle ticking in his jaw, Damon knows I’m placating him. Lucky for me, a door slams and Skye comes bounding down the stairs before he has a chance to call me out.

“Ready!”

My eyes widen when I notice what she’s wearing. “Are those your pajamas?” They are her pajamas. Her flannel winter pajamas with snowmen on them. They’re adorable and completely inappropriate for ice skating.

I grasp her hand. “Let’s go change.”

“But Daddy said to wear something warm. These are warm.”

“True, but they aren’t waterproof. You don’t want to walk around with a wet bottom all day, do you?”

Her lip curls. “No.”

We arrive at the ice skating rink in White Bridge an hour later. We rent skates and then find a bench to sit on while we change into our skates.

“I think I should confess,” Damon says.

I don’t bother looking at him as I lace my skates up. “What?”

“I don’t know how to ice skate.”

I gasp. “How can you not know how to ice skate?”

“I grew up in San Diego.” I raise my eyebrows. “Until we moved to Winter Falls, I never lived anywhere else.”

“Can you roller skate?”

He frowns. “How old do you think I am?”

“What does your age – which is thirty-four by the way – have to do with anything?”

“I don’t roller skate. I rollerblade.”

“Great. Ice skating is pretty much the same thing.”

“Except it’s on ice and the blade is razor thin,” he grumbles.

I hip check him. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you embarrass yourself. Too much.”

I kneel in front of Skye and help her lace up her skates. “You ready to show your daddy how it’s done?”

She cheers, and I help her to stand.

“Do you need any help?” I ask Damon and he snarls at me. I’ll take his answer as a no.

“Come on, Skye. You’re going to love this.”

The sky is cloudy over the outdoor rink and snow flurries are falling from above. Add in the Christmas lights hanging from the boards surrounding the rink and it’s magical.

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