Burning for Christmas: A Steamy NYC Firefighter Holiday Romance by Kaye Kennedy

Author:Kaye Kennedy [Kennedy, Kaye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Cat Books
Published: 2020-12-04T16:00:00+00:00

The sun had already set when I pulled up to our building and I put it in park by the valet. It took a few minutes to get the tree down from the roof, but once I did, I carried it carefully through the doorway and Brielle helped me load it into the elevator. I’d gone earlier that day to buy a tree stand and I’d already put it in place by one of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. While I held the tree in place, Brielle screwed it into the stand. We stepped back to admire it. It truly was perfect.

“Now we decorate,” I said as I grabbed the shopping bags of stuff I’d purchased that morning.

“First things first.” Brielle pulled out her phone and turned on holiday music, streaming it through the Bluetooth house speakers. Then she crossed to the kitchen. “We also need wine.” She poured us glasses of Cabernet while I unboxed the white string lights. She held the glass out to me. “Cheers.”

“To our first Christmas,” I said, making us both smile as we clinked our glasses, then took sips. I put my wine down on the coffee table.

“One more thing.” Brielle got up on her toes and kissed me softly on the lips. “Now we can decorate.”

We wrapped the lights around the tree then scattered the various blue and white ornaments throughout the branches. We stopped long enough to belt out Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas.” Well, Brielle did most of the singing. I mostly hummed along while we bounced around the room. It was best that way, trust me.

We looped the silver garland over the branches, then I handed Brielle the star and picked her up so she could place it on top. Once in place, we stepped back to admire our work.

“It’s perfect,” she uttered.

“Almost.” I pulled a small gift bag out from amongst the empty boxes. When she wasn’t looking, I’d slipped the ornament from the tree farm into it with my other surprise. I handed her the bag.

“What’s this?” she asked, taking it.

“Open it.”

“But Christmas isn’t for another ten days.”

“Just open it,” I urged.

She pulled out the tissue paper and dug her hand into the small bag, pulling out the porcelain Christmas tree with the name of the farm we’d gone to and the year printed on the bottom. She grinned. “When did you do this?”

“Magic. There’s something else still in there.”

She retrieved the hand-blown glass Rockette ornament that I’d bought from Radio City Music Hall before I’d picked her up from work earlier that day.

Her jaw dropped. “Keith,” she trailed off as she stared at the figure.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? No. I absolutely love it.” Her smile made my chest clench. “Thank you. These are exactly what we needed.” She turned to the tree and took great care finding prominent spots for both of them, then she stepped back and sighed. “Now it’s perfect.”

I came up behind her and wrapped her in my arms, inhaling the sweet scent of peonies and the pine that had infiltrated her skin.

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