Must Love Alligators by Erin Nicholas

Author:Erin Nicholas [Nicholas, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EN Fiction, Inc.

5

He’d been out to the cabin a few times with Mitch, another of Ellie and Leo’s grandsons. They’d fished, and partied, and fished, and hung out, and fished at the cabin. He was shocked and proud to realize that he was able to direct Bailey to it with only one wrong turn.

She pulled up at the dock like a pro and Chase jumped off. He tied the boat up and then held out a hand to help her out of the boat. She lifted a brow and handed him a box.

Right. No touching her hand.

He chuckled. It was ridiculous. Obviously there wasn’t some stupid curse at play when they touched hands or lips. She just…shook him up.

And he was starting to like it.

She was different from all of the women he’d ever been with before. He liked not knowing exactly what was going to happen when she was around. He liked that she was sharp enough to figure out that there was something going on with otters. He liked that she’d seemed enchanted by Ellie. He really fucking liked that she’d worn a dress for him.

He liked her.

So, fine. He wouldn’t touch her hand. For now.

But that was not going to last. Not for long. Maybe not much past the threshold of the cabin.

They unloaded the boxes and bags. Ellie and Leo had come up with a surprising number of Christmas decorations to send to the cabin on this fake mission. It was fake. It was clearly a last-minute attempt at distracting Bailey—and maybe throwing them together out away from the rest of the family for a chunk of time. That was exactly the kind of thing the Landrys would do. Even if there weren’t rogue otters to hide.

He carried the last box into the cabin, kicking the door shut behind him.

Bailey was kneeling in the midst of the other boxes. All of them were open and she’d started pulling things out.

“Oh my God, my grandma had these.” She held up two ceramic Santa mugs. “We’d have hot chocolate in them on Christmas Eve. She made the best hot chocolate. From scratch on the stove.”

The woman sitting on the braided rug in front of the ugly plaid couch that had probably been in that cabin longer than Chase had been alive was nothing like the nerdy alligator scientist he’d been obsessing about. This woman was softer. More open. Not preoccupied with research reports about giant lizards that skulked around the bayou. She was here with him, her eyes lit up over the Christmas decorations that had been thrown haphazardly in the boxes.

He was even more obsessed now.

He set the box on the coffee table and joined her on the floor. “You have good family Christmas memories then?” he asked.

“Oh, definitely.” She smiled as she pulled a stuffed snowman from the box. “I miss home a lot but especially this time of year.” She held the snowman up. “It’s funny to me they have snowman decorations. There’s no snow here.”

He smiled. “Maybe that’s why they have the decorations.

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