Season's Greetings : Christmas Box Set

“They took out a few cars on the street, and your car was one of them.”

“What?” I sit up and scoot to the edge. Ignoring the exhaustion trying to settle in, I push up off the couch and come to stand beside him. I cover my mouth with my hand and gasp at the twisted, dented metal that was once my car.

“You have insurance, right?”

“Yes, but this won’t be an easy fix.”

“No, but it’s the city’s fault, so there’ll be no contest. If we need footage for proof, I have a camera outside that I’m sure captured it.”

My head drops. I hug my belly as tears flood my eyes.

“I know this isn’t what either of us planned, but to be honest, it beats my plans for spending Christmas alone. I’ve been told I make for decent company.”

I glance over at him, and he offers up a tentative smile. My lower lip trembles as I give him a watery smile.

Monty barks.

“See, he agrees. We can make the best out of the situation. How about we start things off by feeding you. Everything is better on a full stomach.”

“I couldn’t impose.”

My stomach rumbles loudly. “Flora does not feel the same way.”

He smiles, and his eyes lighten to a jade hue. “Flora? Is that her name?”

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I nod shyly. “If I win the battle with the ex. He wants to name her Brigette.”

James’ mouth forms an O. I admire the pucker, eying the full bottom lip that begs to be sampled. “That is a mouthful.”

“What else can I expect from a Preston?”

James coughs to cover a laugh. “Those are your words, not mine.”

“How incredibly P.C. of you, James. Can I ask where you’re from?” I toss my hair over my shoulder and angle my body toward his. Why am I flirting? Oh, because he’s freaking gorgeous with a panty-melting accent.

“London originally.”

“I thought so. I’m pretty good at deciphering accents.”

“Good on you.” He winks.

My breasts swell for a completely different reason than pregnancy. I press my thighs together and look out the window.

The street cleaner had gotten out of his vehicle and begun to locate the owners of the cars.

“It’ll be a while before they get to you. I don’t want you standing out in the cold.”

His words warm me. You’re pregnant, don’t read too much into things. Of course, his instinct is to take care of you. It’s built into their D.N.A. Except, Preston seems okay leaving you alone for long stints of time while he sets up his new life in California. Everything he does is antagonistic and calculating.

“Hey.” James runs his warm hand down my arm. “Are you okay?” It’s calloused. A hand that belongs to a hard worker.

“Yes, sorry. Just thinking.” My stomach protests like an angry monster.

“I think the little lady wants more food and less thought.” His lips turn up at the corners, and I giggle. He’s sweet, with biceps that stretch out his black Henley and big hands that make me wonder if his large feet are a proper prediction of what’s under his gray sweatpants.

Okay, the hormone thing is out of control. I just need food. They say you can eat your emotions. I hope lust is included in that.