Miracles and Mistletoe by Cait London

Author:Cait London [London, Cait]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Goodreads: 23929093
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 1995-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“Buckaroo, I’ll come after my cupids. If you don’t appreciate great art, someone else will. I don’t want you to keep anything that you don’t want. I’ll find another way to repay you. I’ll be coming after them,” Harmony repeated in a low, trembling, husky tone as she jerked open her bedroom door.

She dismissed the sound of her bracelet’s tiny alarm system. When Jonah was around her, her calm aura seemed to require higher maintenance than she possessed. Tiny bells on her wrist weren’t enough.

“No, you won’t come near their bare backsides. I’ve decided to hold them hostage,” Jonah said, controlling his need to grin. He felt strong, light, and back to plain old good. Harmony, in a lather, did put a pretty shine on his love-god problems. She looked delicious in his shirt, which reached her knees. Jonah studied her legs; she had really pretty knees. He thought about her sitting on his lap at Christmas. “Don’t worry. When Christmas comes, I’ll put twinkle lights on them.”

“Why? Why are you holding them hostage?” Harmony stalked into the living room while jamming his shirtsleeves up higher on her arms. The heavy froth of her damp hair tumbled down to her shoulders and she blew away a spiraling curl that had lodged on her nose.

Jonah drew on his leather gloves. “You bring that crew of desecrators to my place and we’ll talk.”

He frowned, belatedly remembering a quick impression when Lucky had arrived at the Fargo ranch. Lucky had been proud of his handiwork.

“Talk?”

“Not any of the mental communications stuff you spout. We’ll decide the rules of living in the same area… after I teach them a lesson or two about invading and welding graffiti to a man’s property.”

“You are not using violence on the people who helped me. You’ll have to go through me first. And my cupids are not graffiti,” Harmony shot back, bending to pick up a crystal ball as though she were going to throw it at him.

“You’ll have to come after them. Think of them as unloved little orphans.” Jonah liked the idea of Harmony coming to him.

Harmony’s eyebrows shot up. “They require care. I’ll send you instructions— or I’ll come tend them myself.”

“No visitation rights until this is settled. There won’t be any bare backsides polishing on my rooftops until I say so.” Jonah studied his leather gloves and flexed his fingers. He was getting to Harmony and savoring it. He hadn’t played or teased for an eternity. Getting under Harmony’s skin was little payback for the sleepless nights he’d had dreaming of her in that skimpy nightie and Santa Claus cap. At least now she wasn’t saying in that imperial tone, “You may leave now.”

“You may leave now” was pretty hard on a man who felt like a bridegroom the morning after his wedding night. Even if their lovemaking was a dream, she ought to have treated him more gently.

Jonah tightened his lips and the cords of his jaw ached with tension. He was not a sensitive man, but there were limits.

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