A Firehouse Christmas Baby by Teri Wilson

Author:Teri Wilson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-09-07T13:55:47+00:00

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“What’s a Birkin?”

Wade wasn’t sure what was happening, but it definitely wasn’t good. For a second, Felicity had been looking at him like he was as magical as Santa and all nine of his flying reindeer, and the next, she’d run across the living room in a panic.

“What’s a Birkin?” She stared at him, agog, as she clutched her big pink handbag to her chest. Images of Linus and his blanket from A Charlie Brown Christmas flashed through Wade’s head. “You cannot be serious right now.”

He held up his hands. “You’ve got to help me out here, babe.”

Whatever a Birkin was, Wade wasn’t a fan, seeing as it had just interrupted the most intimate moment he and Felicity had ever shared. Still, he hated to see her so upset. Surely there was something he could do to get this evening back on track. They had a tree to decorate, popcorn strings to make, maybe even a little slow dancing in the soft glow of the tree lights. Somewhere around here, he had his mom’s old collection of Christmas albums. Was there any sort of chaos that couldn’t be calmed by The Carpenters’ “Merry Christmas, Darling”?

Wade’s body tensed at the memory of Felicity’s aching promise that he’d overheard on the baby monitor. I’m not going to fall in love with him. I promise I’m not. Ever.

Right, so he probably shouldn’t be thinking about slow dancing—especially since he had no intention of falling in love, either. He and Felicity were just two people who happened to be raising a baby together. Temporarily. He wasn’t sure why he was going around buying Christmas trees and doing yoga in his spare time.

“Does this make things clear for you?” Felicity thrust her bag toward him.

Uh oh. Duchess had evidently acquired a taste for bubblegum-pink leather.

“So a Birkin is a purse,” he said calmly.

She glared at him so hard that Santa was probably writing his name on the naughty list in permanent black ink. And then she stormed past him toward the guest room and slammed her door with enough force to rattle the windows.

It looked like Wade would be decorating the tree solo. Merry freaking Christmas.

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