Their Merry Little Christmas (Love Square) Read Free Page A

she’s already honed her ability.
    She shrugs and smiles. “I know you. That’s all.”
    So true, Sunshine.
    Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself.
    Placing the dishes on the table, a song catches my attention on her iPod. I walk over and turn up the volume, wanting to hear the words better. When I realize how perfect this song is, I sweep Kara up into my arms, catching her off guard. I grab her hand and start swaying with her like the kitchen is our own personal dance floor. She giggles a little, but then places her head on my chest and melts into me. For the next three minutes, nothing else matters but Kara and me and the words of the song.
    “This should be our wedding song,” I announce, knowing she won’t argue with me. Kara looks up with so much damn love in her eyes that a lump forms in my throat. Her smile says it all – she agrees with me that this is the perfect song.
    “I couldn’t agree more,” she says softly. “The first time I heard it, I thought it was the most beautiful song ever. I couldn’t be happier that you feel the same way.”
    Her chin quivers and her eyes fill with tears. Not to pat myself on the back or anything, but if you heard the words to this song, you would know that any woman would be bowled over by the sentiment. It’s a sure fire way to get some action. It’s not about the sex with Kara and me though. I can honestly say that each and every lyric in that song captures the essence of what I feel for her.
    “All of me truly loves all of you, Kara.” My fingers wipe away her tears and she gifts me with a wide smile. “I hope those are happy tears, Sunshine.”
    She laughs lightly and nods her head. Then taking a deep breath, she tells me, “Enough with the heavy shit. Let’s eat.”
    A woman after my own heart.
    Biting into the chicken, I can’t help the moan I let out when the flavors burst on my tongue. If I’m not careful, Kara’s cooking is going to make me gain weight. It’s so damn rich and delicious, that I just can’t help myself from indulging.
    “I take it you like?” She asks teasingly, but I can tell the answer matters to her.
    “You have no idea. The only thing better than this.” I point at the plate with my knife. “Is tasting you.”
    Her cheeks flush a nd her eyelashes lower slightly. The hooded look of her eyes causes my stomach to stir with lust. Continuing to eat after that look is difficult, but I power through, looking forward to what’s going to come after our meal.
    “Oh my God! You’ll never believe what happened to me today!” She exclaims a few minutes later. “I was shopping at the mall and I was in this shop filled with antique and handmade ornaments, when I dropped my phone without realizing it. So, I’m looking at these ornaments for Grace and Candace, and there’s this tap on my shoulder. I turn around and – I shit you not – the guy holding my phone looked just like Santa Claus. I mean, just like Santa. It was so surreal that I almost died right there on the spot. All I wanted to do was sit on his lap and tell him what I wanted for Christmas. It’s like I was compelled to do it. He looked at me like I was crazy. It was so wild.”
    “No shit?” I ask in disbelief. I wonder what it would be like to see good ole Kris Kringle. It must have been a blast back to her childhood for sure.
    “Seriously. I felt like I was in a Hallmark movie or something.” She looks at me hesitantly for a minute, biting her lip. It’s as if she has something to say, but isn’t sure how. “I was going to wait to tell you this, but in the spirit of Christmas I can’t. I have some news,” she finally says and then proceeds to keep eating, like she isn’t leaving me hanging.
    “Care to share?”
    Her eyes blink, like she’s trying to remember what she was talking about. I desperately want to laugh at her whenever she blanks out like that, but I fear it’s a residual side effect of the attack and not just her being