honestly didn’t realize how much I wanted to share that with you until now. But you’d already thought of it.”
“Well, it was something I wanted to share with you too,” Beau said, once he’d kissed her again. “It was something I said we’d do together, after all. I wouldn’t have wanted to break my word.”
Annie couldn’t find the words to express the love and happiness that welled up within her. It felt as if the mated bond itself was filling her, spreading its golden warmth throughout her body. The only thing she could do was reach up and kiss him again.
“How do you want to decorate this?” Beau asked when he pulled away again, looking down into her eyes. “Not sure we’ve got anything too fancy here.”
“It’s okay, it doesn’t need to be fancy,” Annie said, looking around the room. Someone had hung a little Christmas star on the doorhandle, and she crossed the room, unhooking it and carrying back over to the tree. “It’s not much, but I think it’ll look pretty cool. Nice and minimalist.”
“Yeah, Christmas minimalism is something my family does not do,” Beau said, laughing. “This’ll be a refreshing change.”
Together, they looped the ribbon the star was hanging from over the top of the tree. It wouldn’t quite sit on the top, but Annie thought it looked cute, sparkling gently in the low light.
“There – now you’ve decorated your own tree properly too,” Beau said.
Annie smiled, reaching up to touch his face. “Thanks to you.”
Overwhelmed by his closeness as he looked down at her, Annie couldn’t stop herself from leaning up to kiss him again, relishing the thrill of heat through her body as she did so.
“So – it’s three days later,” Beau said when she’d finished, sounding a little out of breath. “Have I managed to convince you of the magic of Christmas?”
Annie laughed, kissing him yet again – hard and thoroughly.
Has he convinced me of the magic of Christmas?
“Most definitely.”
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What was that?!
The massive CRASH! that had just sounded from outside was loud enough to make Emilia almost jump out of her skin, even over the furious howling of the wind.
Coop’s head shot up, sleepy eyes suddenly alert, while, by the door, Laurel and Bob started barking.
“It’s okay guys, calm down,” Emilia said, swallowing hard, her heart pounding. “I’m sure it was nothing.”
Maybe the wind had torn the branch from a tree, or one of her trashcans had been picked up and hurled against the wall, she thought. These things happened – and living alone, with the nearest town a half-hour drive away, it was either get used to them, or spend her whole life freaking out.
Besides, while none of her dogs would ever hurt a fly, Laurel was a big German Shepherd, and Max was so huge and hairy he could have been part wolf. Burglars would definitely have thought twice before bothering her, if they’d spent any time at all watching her house before breaking in.
The occasional bump in the night – or in this case, mid-morning – was nothing to worry about.
But that was a little bit more than a bump, Emilia thought, standing up slowly, her knees shaking just a little.
That had been more like...
More like a bump convention, taking place right outside her window.
Taking a deep breath, Emilia marched over to the door, gently pulling Laurel and Bob back by their collars.
“Hey, I said calm down,” she told them again. This time, they listened, and stopped barking right away. But their ears stayed pricked