Christmas In The City (Imperfect Match 1.50)

“Hey, that’s funny,” I say.

“What is? You stealing my Amex?”

“No. Your last name is West. Mine’s North. North … West … we have the same kind of last name.” I don’t know why it makes me so happy, but it does. We’re both directions! We’re both witches from Oz! Together we’re Kim Kardashian’s baby! It has to be a sign, right?

“Nice to meet you, Harlow North.” He quickly snatches the card out of my hand and swipes it. “Now quit being a pain. I’ve got this.”

I huff and pout, but there’s not much I can do since the transaction is complete within seconds. “Thank you. It was really nice of you to help me at all, let alone pay for my drunk tree-trimming party supplies.”

He laughs and gathers up three of the four bags, including the bulky one holding the tree stand box. “Is that what all this is?”

I grab the last remaining bag, which contains my candy and cookie dough. Maybe I’d just eat it right from the tube. “Pretty much.”

We exit the store and immediately, a frigid blast of air hits us. The snow is coming down hard and heavy now, and it’s tough to see even five feet ahead. The ground is slippery too, and I slide a little as we make our way down the sidewalk.

“Careful.” He switches all his bags to one hand so he can take my arm. His touch sets off a spark that warms my entire body. I swear every snowflake that lands on me sizzles.

“So where are you headed tonight?” I ask, hoping it sounds like an innocent question.

“To my sister’s in Lake Bluff.” He looks up and down the avenue. “But the drive is going to be so fucking slow.”

“Do you have to go?” Inside, I’m shrieking for Christmas joy that he’s not going on a date. Visions of sugarplums and his naked body dance in my head.

“I should. It’s my family’s Christmas party, and I skipped it last year.”

I nod, focusing on the sidewalk again as my sexy visions go poof and vanish. Unless … “You know, your sister probably wouldn’t want you on the road in this blizzard.”

“Oh no?”

“Definitely not. In fact,” I tell him as we reach our building, “I think you might want to call her and tell her not to expect you.”

“Really.” He sounds amused as we make our way to the elevator.

“Of course!” I punch the button. “I mean, no pressure or anything, but I know I wouldn’t want my brother on the road tonight.”

The elevator doors open. It’s empty.

“Ah. Very sweet of you.” He lets me enter first, then hits twenty.

“It’s just too dangerous,” I insist as the doors close. “You could get in trouble out there.”

He leans back against the wall and looks over at me, his expression smoldering. “I could get in trouble right here.”

4

Michael

What the hell am I doing flirting with this girl (who is clearly going through a breakup) instead of being with my family (who are going to kill me for this) and wondering if her tree isn’t the only thing we’re going to get erect tonight?

I never think like this. I’m a logical guy who makes logical choices. I don’t walk girls to get tree stands in the middle of a blizzard, no matter how red their noses get.

“You know, they say that decorating a tree is not something you should do alone,” Harlow says as we reach her door.

“Who says?”

“Everyone.”

“Is that so?”