Home Is Where The Beard Is: A Heartfelt, High-Heat, Mountain Man, Holiday Romance by Frankie Love

Author:Frankie Love [Love, Frankie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-14T16:00:00+00:00

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Maple

When Filson walks down the stairs in the Santa's suit, I can't help but burst out laughing.

“That's not exactly the vote of confidence I was going for,” he says, chuckling as he reaches the bottom stair.

“I’m not laughing at you. I'm laughing with you,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.

“Right, because I'm cracking up so hard,” he says deadpan.

“Oh, don’t become a Grinch. It’s time for your heart to grow ten times in size.” I run my fingers through his beard and stand on my tippy toes, giving him a quick kiss on his lips. “I like the idea of a young Santa. Santa’s usually white-haired, but you…” I say running my hands over the red Santa suit, “are the fittest and most handsome Saint Nick I've ever seen.”

“You don't think it will upset the kids? I mean, me not having a big belly.”

I laugh. “No, I think the ladies will be jealous of the kids that get to sit in your lap.”

He grins. “There's only one woman sitting in my lap tonight.”

“Tonight?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “What about all those other nights?”

He laughs. “Maple, you're driving me crazy. You realize that, don't you?”

I shrug, giving him a flirty look with my eyes. “Yeah. It's one of my gifts.” Then I twirl in a circle. “How do I look?” I have on green tights and red slippers and a red dress. Green turtleneck underneath.

He adjusts the elf hat on my head, and I beam up at him.

“I’ll be a good helper to you tonight,” I say with a sly smile.

“Oh, I know you will,” he says, patting my ass as we walk to the door. “Now do I have any other job responsibilities I need to be aware of?”

“Nope. Just sit there and look pretty,” I tell him.

After making sure all the Christmas lights are on at the house, we walk down Jungle Bell Lane, hand in hand. Every home in the neighborhood is lit up and gleaming, and the road has been blocked off making it a safe place for families to celebrate,

There are carolers walking up and down the sidewalks singing classic Christmas carols. Chestnuts are roasted by a man rolling a cart. There's a hot chocolate stand by the local cafe and a big white tent has been set up in the middle of the road. Underneath it are portable heaters and a long runner leading to a throne.

“That's where you're sitting,” I tell him as kids jump up and squeal in delight when they see Santa Claus. Filson does his best to give them more than a curt nod.

“Smile,” I say wrapping my arm around his. “Put on a show.”

“I must really like you if I'm doing this.”

I look up at him and softly, I say, “Yeah, you must.”

Then and there, I feel a softening in my heart that I wasn't expecting. Yes, I want Filson. I'm dying to be with Filson, but I also need him in a way that has my scared little heart warming.

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