The Spy Who Came For Christmas by Cynthia Eden

Author:Cynthia Eden [Eden, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Hocus Pocus Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2016-09-26T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

He was used to dodging bullets. Used to sneaking into buildings. Disarming his enemies.

But taking a casual stroll down a street decked out for the holidays? Holding Jemma’s hand? Stopping to sip hot chocolate?

I am not used to this shit, but I sure do like it.

The carolers were still singing. A guy in a big, red Santa suit had even joined the fun. Grayson’s eyes narrowed on Santa. Was that…Brad? It was hard to tell with that bushy, white beard and the extra padding, but it sure looked like it might be his buddy.

Grayson’s lips twitched.

This is what I needed. This place. His gaze tracked over to Jemma.

This woman. A woman who’d gotten right past his defenses. A woman who was slipping into his heart.

Her head turned toward him. She caught him staring at her, and a wide smile curved her lips. He just had to bend toward her and put his lips against hers. The crowd vanished, and it was just…her.

Sweet Jemma.

Jemma White, where have you been all my life?

Someone bumped him from behind. He looked back and saw a line of kids rushing toward Santa. Kids. He didn’t have much experience with them, that was for damn sure.

So why in the hell was he suddenly picturing a little girl with Jemma’s blue eyes?

“How about we get away from the throng?” Jemma said. Her fingers tugged on his. “Maybe go someplace a little more private?”

Oh, hell, yes, that sounded like a great plan to him. They turned around and headed back to her shop. Her car was there, and so was his SUV. They’d get the vehicles and go…where?

Her place?

His? He was renting a little cabin up on the mountain. Small but definitely big enough for two. And if Jemma wanted to be alone with him—

“I turned off that light.” Jemma stopped beside him. Her head tilted as she stared at her shop. Grayson followed her gaze. He could see the faint glow coming from her chocolate shop. The lights weren’t on in the front of the shop—it seemed as if one of the back lights was turned on, a light in her kitchen.

“I know I turned off that light,” she said as her voice dropped to a whisper. “I always turn off the lights.”

He didn’t doubt her for a second. “Stay here.” Then he was rushing forward, not going for the front door of her shop, but heading for the back.

“Grayson, no!” She’d run behind him. She grabbed his arm just as he rounded the side of the building. “We should go get Brad! He’s the sheriff!”

“Yeah, well, Santa’s busy now. I’ve got this.”

“You’ve got a would-be robber? No!” She shook her head. “Not safe! This isn’t you camping out on my couch. This isn’t—”

The guy ran out of her shop at that moment, sending the back door flying open. He was dressed in black, and the guy had yanked a ski mask down over his head. He looked like a big, hulking shadow.

A big, armed shadow.

Grayson saw the guy lift the weapon that was in his right hand.

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