figure, which had seen far too many nights with Ben & Jerry’s on the couch to be lean. Her butt was bigger than it should have been, and her boobs were, too, and maybe that was what was making the costume look so odd. Or maybe she was just paranoid. With a white wig on, wire-frame fake glasses, and some red circles on her cheeks, she’d look like a regular Mrs. Claus.
There was a knock at the bathroom door.
Oh. Was he waiting on her to come out? She was hogging the only bathroom in the municipal office, after all. Amy opened the door and grimaced an apology . . . which died in her throat.
Caleb was shirtless in front of her.
Words failed Amy as she stared at him. She knew he was fit. He had to be the way he crawled all over her roof, and he worked as a cowboy. That meant he was in shape. She just hadn’t realized how in shape until she saw him now. His hand was on the Santa pants, holding them up around his slim waist, and he wore no shirt, which meant she had an impressive look at his lean, muscled chest. Dark hair lightly sprinkled firm pectorals and led down to a six-pack and obliques that rivaled any swimmer’s. She’d never seen a chest like that outside of Hollywood.
“Oh,” Amy breathed. Her face went red as she realized she was staring at his chest like a horny teenager. “Oh. Sorry.” She forced herself to make eye contact with him.
He was bright red in the face, as well, the flush showing above the dark beard. “Need you.”
“Sorry, what?” Her heart thudded.
Caleb cleared his throat and, if it was possible, turned even redder. “Can’t figure it out. The costume.” The words were choked in his throat, and he thrust an arm out to her, holding the Santa coat out.
Oh. She took the jacket from him, trying to figure it out. It was surprisingly heavy and seemed like far too much material, so she turned it in her hands, examining it. At least, she pretended to. She couldn’t focus, because she kept thinking about Caleb’s chest.
She really was going to be a creepy Mrs. Claus, wasn’t she?
Forcing herself to focus, Amy held the jacket back out to him. “I think it has a loop that wraps around the arm from the inside, like a hospital robe . . .”
He jerked his gaze away from her and snatched the coat. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
Amy looked down and her breasts were squeezed like sausages against the front of her costume, her nipples clearly outlined. Well, good lord, it was worse than she’d thought, and seeing him shirtless had just made things worse. Covering her boobs with an arm, she shut the door again.
“Mine’s fine, too,” she called out. “Let’s get dressed so we can finish running errands.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Caleb was sweating.
Of all the things he’d expected to see when she opened the bathroom door, her breasts practically presented to him was not one of them. Thanks to the ill-fitting top of her costume, he’d been able to see everything outlined. Her nipples stood out against the shiny material, and he’d been unable to stop staring.
He’d wanted to touch her so badly. Instead, he couldn’t think straight with those plumped-up breasts practically staring him in the face. It had made him react in all kinds of ways. His mind blanked out. His face turned red.
His dick turned hard.
Having an erection in a Santa suit seemed . . . wrong. So he’d hastily retreated, glad for the pants that fit in a weirdly baggy fashion.
Now if he could just get through the rest of the evening without making a fool of himself again, it’d be great. He got dressed, making sure his winter coat covered his erection, and shoved the costume back into the bag. She met him in the hall, all smiles, as if he hadn’t seen her glorious tits practically naked in that costume, and he started sweating all over again.
He was sweating when he drove her to the closest big-box store, several towns over. She talked and chattered as if determined not to notice his silence. Inside the store, she picked through everything as he walked a few steps behind her, pausing at the clearance aisle and looking at the prices of everything before putting something into her cart. She was making gifts for her class to give out tomorrow night, she told him, and put