Page 21 of The Holidate Season


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She’s broke. She stole this car, and she’s broke. What other reason would there be for her to be out at this time? Drugs? Maybe.

Her pouty lips dip into a frown. “It’s the holidays. Where’s your spirit of giving?”

I cough a laugh. “Spirit of giving? That’s just perfect. It’s always the person with the short straw getting lectured on things like thespirit of giving.”

She blinks slowly several times. “You have beautiful eyes. Did you know that?”

Pfft …

Is she trying to flatter me? Does she think batting her eyelashes at me and complimenting my eyes is all that’s needed to remedy the situation? Is this supposed to get my dick hard?

It’s hard, but it’s more of a middle-of-the-night confusion, maybe even an angry kind of erection.

“Where do you live?” I ask.

“Five minutes from here.”

“Fine.” I fake a grumble, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not curious about her situation. And her. But mainly her situation.

Minutes later, she’s murmuring directions to her house.

I nod with each one. “What were you doing in the trailer park at two in the morning?”

“Research.” She stares out her window.

“Researching what?”

“The area.”

“Why?”

“Do you always ask so many questions?” She pins me with a look that would make a lesser man shudder. A lesser man with average eyes, not beautiful, blue eyes like mine. Yeah, yeah … I fell for her compliment.

“When I’m driving strangers home in the middle of the night, I feel entitled with my line of questions. I’m Henry, by the way.”

She nods several times. “I’m aware.”

“Did I tell you my name earlier?” I squint at the road, trying to recall when I told her my name.

“Go right here. Then left.”

I turn right and then left.

“Last one on the right,” she says.

I let up on the gas, the tires slowing to a stop before I reach the driveway.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I stare at the Afina house. “You live here?”

“I do.”

“I was here yesterday. I met the owner. She wasn’t you.”

Her head whips in my direction. “You were here yesterday? You’re the plumber?”

“Um … yeah. Why?”

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