The Trouble with Christmas by Amy Andrews

Author:Amy Andrews
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance;Contemporary Women's Fiction;Women's Humorous Fiction;Small Town & Rural Fiction;Holiday Romance;Romantic Comedy;American Humorous Fiction;Amy Andrews;Colorado;Nothing but Trouble;Mass Market Paperback Romance;Amara;Entangled Publishing;Temporary Romance;Cowboy Romance;Small Town Romance;RomCom;Humorous Romance;Christmas;Ranch;Enemies to Lovers;Opposites Attract;Winter Romance;Christmas Romance;Military Hero;Winter Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-07-19T12:53:47+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Grady was pissed as he strode toward the cabin at two o’clock the next afternoon. It was a bitterly cold day, but anger had his engines roaring hot. And Suzanne St. Michelle was about to feel the full force of it. She’d pretty much annoyed the crap out of him from day one, and despite their relationship taking an unexpected turn—one that involved way too much touching and goo-goo eyes and way, way too much fucking kissing—she still was a pain in his ass.

He may have made a deal with her for a fake relationship, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wake every morning and want to send her away in that ridiculous van.

This morning hadn’t been any different.

And right now? Right now, thanks to his telephone conversation with Burl about his new girlfriend, he’d even leave his balls behind and drive her away in that hideous vehicle himself.

Slamming his hat on the outside hook and briefly stamping his feet on the mat, Grady yanked the door open. “Suzy!”

The house was warm, and the seductive aroma of baking cookies—sugar and vanilla and sweet spices—flooded his senses. But Grady was too ticked even for cookies as three happy faces greeted him from the kitchen.

“Oh, hey,” Suzanne said as she looked up from a mixing bowl with a warm smile of greeting. “You’re home early.”

Christ, that smile. She wasn’t even acting with that smile, and his heart lurched, which rocketed his temper even further. Smiling at him like she hadn’t told all of fucking Credence that she was his girlfriend. His pulse hammered at his temples; his lungs felt tight. He wanted to…kiss that smile right off her face. Kiss her hard and wet and deep until she wasn’t smiling. Until she was breathless and moaning and clinging and she could feel how damn angry he was.

Jesus. Fuck. Grady gave himself a mental shake. Get a grip, dude.

He didn’t bother to greet anyone. He just said, “I missed you so much, I couldn’t wait to see you,” forcing a lightness to both his voice and step he did not feel as he advanced.

He wanted to growl at her, wanted to fucking stomp.

Her parents smiled at him indulgently. Her mother was holding a bag of frosting, her father a tree-shaped cookie cutter, but neither of them held his attention as he closed in on her, their gazes meshing. God alone knew what was sparking in his eyes, but whatever it was, she read it well. Her big blue eyes widened slightly, her pupils dilated.

“We’re making Christmas cookies,” she said, and the low, raspy quality in her voice scraped along Grady’s nerve endings.

“Suzanne says they’re your favorites,” Simone added.

Grady didn’t bother responding to either of them. He was rounding the bench now and she was right there, in reaching distance, turning to face him in a yellow shirt that hugged her curves like a fucking glove, her hip pressed into the bench. He didn’t stop to think about what he did next, just stepped right into her space and slid his hands up her arms to her shoulders.

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