More by Lisa Shelby

Author:Lisa Shelby
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Lisa Shelby Books, LLC
Published: 2017-03-18T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

Throw Down Your Guns

Mick

Dude, don’t be a coward.

Since when are you afraid of a girl?

Just get out of the truck, pick up the packages and walk to the front door.

I’ve never had to give myself a pep talk to approach a girl. Maybe the difference here is that she’s not just a girl. She’s a woman, and not just any woman. She’s my Sweet Thing.

I used to think what I felt for her was that protective instinct that I’ve had since that night at her house. The night when she was a scared eighteen-year-old whose family secret was being revealed and she felt like everything was crumbling down around her. Staying by her side that night felt right to me. There was nowhere else I would have been. Knowing she needed somebody and that I could be that somebody for her made me feel like a man. That protective feeling has turned into so much more. I still want to protect her, but now I have this overwhelming need to make her happy too.

I know that she isn’t the kind of person that you can buy with gifts. That’s not what I’m doing here with my arm full of gifts and a Santa hat on my head. I just want to make her smile. It’s something she doesn’t do enough but when she does…it is a sight to behold. Just the thought of seeing her surprised face at seeing me at her front door on Christmas morning makes it hard to contain my own smile as I approach her front door.

Well, here goes nothing.

I knock and wait. When I hear the first lock start to turn, my heart starts to beat faster than it has in a long time, and I feel an excitement that I haven’t felt since I was a kid.

Maybe it’s the Christmas Spirit?

Maybe it’s something else?

I hear the second lock and the door swings open and my heart sinks.

I feel sick.

I feel pissed.

I feel stupid.

“Hey bro, nice hat,” says the guy in nothing but a towel.

“Thanks bro,” I reply back with a mix of sarcasm and fury that I have no intention of hiding.

Having no shame in his appearance he lifts his arm and holds the door open. “You here for Alex?” I just stare at him. Everything inside me wants to throw my arm full of gifts to the ground and tackle his skinny ass and beat the shit out of him. “She’s in the shower, but you can come in and wait if you want.”

This is why! This is why I don’t do relationships and don’t ever want more than sex!

Fuck this!

“Nah, that’s okay. Just give her these and tell her Mick says, Merry Christmas.” I shove the gifts at him and storm my way back to my truck.

I practically rip the door off when I swing it open. I slam it shut, rip the stupid fucking Santa hat off my head and yell, “FUCK!!!!!!!!” at the top of my lungs.

Merry Fucking Christmas to me!

I take a few calming breaths and start the truck.

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