The Millionaire Makeover (Bachelor Auction) by Naima Simone

Author:Naima Simone [Simone, Naima]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Entangled: Indulgence
Published: 2016-02-08T00:00:00+00:00

“Ice skating? Seriously?”

Niall scanned the ice-covered pond already filled with skaters of all ages. Frog Pond on Boston Common. This early in the afternoon, the white Christmas lights draping the denuded trees weren’t on, but the gaiety of the season reverberated in the excited squeals of children, the delighted laughter, and the holiday music soaring on the air.

Still…

“When I said you could decide our next outing, I pictured something indoors, warm…on the ground, not ice.”

Khloe glanced up from lacing her ice skate and grinned. The joy in the wide smile took him aback. He hadn’t seen that open, unconstrained happiness since he returned. In the past, she’d never held her pleasure from him. And for a boy, and later man, who’d barely been noticed much less welcomed when he walked through the front door of his home, her smile had been priceless.

He missed it.

With sheer force of will, he resisted reaching out and tracing the sensual line of that grin. Maybe try to catch a bit of the joy in it for himself.

Damn. He delivered an extra hard yank to his skate laces. Fine time for the Irish in him to emerge with the poetic shit.

“Oh, come on,” she drawled. “What better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than ice skating followed by a cup of hot cocoa?”

He arched an eyebrow. “A Superman movie marathon. A Guinness in a warm pub. Sex.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “You’re such a man.”

“True.” He stood, offering her his hand, and tugging her to her feet from the bench. “We’re happy. We want sex. We’re sad. We want sex. Want to relax? Sex.” He shrugged. “We’re easy.”

“Easy being the key word there.” She snickered. “And a Superman marathon? Not including IV, I hope,” she muttered, mock shuddering.

Grasping her elbow, he guided her to the black iron gate surrounding the pond. “You mean The-Movie-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named? Hell no.”

“Good. You had me worried for a second there. Even though III wasn’t that much better.”

“Watch it, woman. You’re heading into blasphemous territory. Besides, what would you suggest? Wait, let me guess. A Twilight marathon?” he teased. At her prolonged silence, he loosed a bark of laughter, bending and peering beneath the brim of her newsboy cap. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?” She scowled, tipping up her chin. “Team Jacob rules.”

He snorted as he eased out onto the ice. It’d been years since he’d been skating. His first time had been with Michael and Khloe here at Frog Pond. God, that’d been a lifetime ago.

“C’mon, Danny boy! Get the lead out. Or have you grown soft in your advanced age?” Khloe slapped him on the ass before zipping away, her laughter trailing behind her like the mahogany banner of her hair.

“Ah Jaysus,” he grumbled, cautiously sliding along the slick surface. He was like a newly born colt on spindly, unfamiliar legs. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated on regaining the balance and speed he used to possess more than a decade earlier. By the time Khloe sailed past him on her third lap, he grabbed her waist and drew her against his chest, her skates dangling inches above the ice.

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