A Billionaire's Holiday Love - Posey Parks Page 0,36
ahead of this and check news outlets to see if the story’s circulating.”
“Doubt the story has extended outside of Christmasville, but I wanted to be on the safe side.”
“Yeah, ok.”
My life would forever change because I was the beer billionaire’s girlfriend.
**P**
Noah and I didn’t go into town Monday. We fucked each other’s brains out most of the day. It was one of the most invigorating days I ever had with a man. That evening we walked over to my house to trim my tree and sing Christmas carols. Correction I sang Christmas songs. Noah again kept my cup flowing with Brandy eggnog. Delicious.
Noah stepped out the front door of my cabin. I locked the door behind us. “While we’re in town, I need to buy a new coat.”
“Oh, yeah.” Hands stuffed in his pockets, he trudged backward toward his truck parked beside mine. “What color?”
He threw up a gloved finger. “Let me guess. Gold.” Noah chuckled behind his gold aviator sunglasses.
My lips parted.
“No, wait. A silver coat with tinsel hanging over the shoulders and down the arms.”
I bent over and packed snow in my gloved palm.
“You’ll miss, baby. I’m too quick for you.”
I pulled back and tossed the snowball, smacking him in the face.
“Yeah, look who has a great throwing arm. Never underestimate a woman. I played softball until eighth grade,” I laughed.
“There are seventeen days until Christmas. Plenty of time to learn about each other’s lives.”
He whipped his gray coat sleeve across his face.
“Sounds like a plan.”
I blinked, and he pulverized me with a snowball.
“Varsity football captain, baby.” He threw his fist in the air.
“We were both athletes as teenagers.” I walked toward my truck.
“I’ll drive.”
“Babe, I’ll drive.” He ran around and opened my door.
I peeked over the side of the mountain. His arms wrapped around me from behind.
“Hey, don’t ever do that. It’s dangerous. I wouldn’t want you to slip over the edge.”
“We need a fence. “On it.”
I pecked his lips.
Sitting on the passenger side of his Suburban, I stared out the window admiring the pure white untouched snow covering our land.
“Are you keeping the house?”
“Hope, I think so.”
A smile widened across my face. “That’s great news.”
“What if we invite our families to join us for Christmas next year? They can stay in the big house. And you and I can stay in the smaller house.”
“Noah, I like that idea.”
A dark Tahoe sat amongst the trees to my right.
“Did the security arrive already?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“While you’re interviewing the mayor, I’ll meet with my cousin at the diner.”
“Do I get to meet him?”
“Vincenzo likes to remain off the radar. His men are our security. This is my cousin’s specialty.”
“I want to meet him, Noah.”
“Ok. No problem.”
He gripped my hand. “I’ll kill for you.”
“No, you wouldn’t. Don’t say that.”
“You’re my woman. Before next Christmas you’ll be my wife. I won’t allow a crazy bastard to harm my future bride.” He leaned in, kissing my lips.
“Future wife. I love the sound of that.”
“Me too, Hope.” He rolled to a stop outside of the gold building a block down from the diner.
“See you soon.” I jumped out of the truck, waved at Noah, before I trekked across the street.
Worry struck his face as he watched me disappear inside city hall. Was there something Noah wasn’t telling me?
**P**
Thumbing through the coat rack at the outfitter store left me giddy. I stopped browsing the second my eyes fell on the military green slimming quilted jacket with a golden-brown fur hood. It was perfect for snowboarding. My man could snowboard. That would be one sexy sight. I couldn’t wait. A smile lifted my cheeks.
“Nice coat,” a red headed guy stated two racks over.
“Thanks. My boyfriend will love it.”
“Hey you’re that journalist in the newspaper article.” He snapped his fingers. “Your boyfriend kissed you under the mistletoe. Now he’s ruined it for all guys. My girl wants a romantic sentiment too.”
“Awe, I’m sure she’ll love anything you do for her. Even if it’s a quiet dinner for two.”
“If the snow wasn’t coming down for the second day in a row, we could eat outside at the park.”
I pointed. “Oh, how about a small picnic in the gazebo near the ice rink?”
“That’s different. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
I nabbed the jacket off the rack and darted toward the register. My eyes gravitated to the large white and gold Christmas tree sitting in the middle of the store. Nothing screamed holiday spirit more than a well-decorated tree. I laid the jacket on the counter.
“Happy holidays.” A huge smile took her almond face.
“Merry Christmas.”
Her