A Shifter for Christmas by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2020-12-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“Come in!” she called, grabbing her winter jacket from the storage bins under the staircase that led to her bed in the loft. It was a bright red puffer jacket with a fur-lined hood.

Kieran opened the door but brushed snow off his shoulders outside before he came in. “Weather is turning,” he murmured. “Hey, you look cute.”

She liked that if he thought something nice, he said it out loud.

“You’re going to give me very high self-esteem with your compliments if you don’t watch it.”

“Good. You should have high self-esteem.” He opened the fridge and studied the contents.

“Looking for beer?”

He snorted and shook his head. “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and the animal gets a little rowdy when he’s hungry.”

“What do you even like to eat?”

“Meat.”

“Otters like meat?”

He straightened and told her, “Put your jacket on and let’s go. We have to pick up food on the way.”

“Wait, tell me what you like to eat, and I’ll keep it in the fridge this week.”

His blond brows drew down. “What?”

She shrugged her shoulders up to her ears. “What do you want in the fridge?”

“You don’t have to stock your fridge for me.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes heavenward. “I’m going to the store tomorrow on my lunch break anyway. Just tell me. If it makes you feel better, you can put a few yogurts in your fridge for me.”

“That’s what you eat?”

“It’s my favorite snack. Oh, and honey oat granola mixed up in it. Cherry flavored yogurt.”

He slid a glance to the fridge. “I like spaghetti with extra meat in the sauce.”

“There, now was that so hard?”

“Don’t go to any trouble, though.”

“Should I wear this beanie or this one?” she asked, holding up a black one with a brown snowball at the top and a pink one with no snowball.

“Black. It matches the red jacket and your leggings better.” He dragged his eyes up and down her legs to her snow boots and back up. “You’re very shapely, and I like it.”

Shapley. Huh. She liked that. So she struck a pose with her butt poked out and told him, “Permission granted to my pretend-boyfriend to pat my butt when he feels like it tonight.”

His laugh sounded downright naughty. “Don’t grant permission unless you’re ready to get manhandled.”

Manhandled sounded fun.

“What are we doing tonight?” she asked excitedly. “Caroling from door to door? Hot cocoa and ice skating? Window shopping for Christmas presents?”

“Nope, nope, and also nope. We’re finishing my workday together.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll make your work fun either way.”

His smile was slow and soooo handsome. “I knew you would be up for it.”

Outside, his truck took up the whole parking lot on account of the massive trailer of Christmas trees he pulled behind it. Spruces, to be exact. “You got the rest of your order.”

“Yep, and they won’t be shorting us again.”

“Were they scared?”

The sneer on his face was answer enough. She liked that he was tough and didn’t roll over on business. It’s probably why her dad trusted him with the sawmill.

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