White Hot Christmas: a Heart of Fame Christmas Story
“Nick jerked his grinning stare from Lauren to Mike.
The old man smiled at him. “Have a good one.”
“Come in for a coffee?” Nick offered, even as a part of him—that very male part that had been aching for his wife since the moment he flew out of Australia a week ago—rebelled against the invitation.
Mike laughed again. “Nah, mate. Got me own missus to get back to. ‘Sides, you don’t want an old codger muscl’n in on your reunion. I’ll see you in a few days with your go-mobile though, so you can caffeinate me up then, okay?”
Before Nick could stop himself, he flicked Lauren a look. She was descending the stairs, her exquisite legs somehow more exquisite in the short denim shorts she wore, her white tank emphasizing the perfection of her curves and the healthy glow of her skin. Her hair cascaded around her face in a tumble of auburn waves he couldn’t wait to feel slip through his fingers and her lips curled in a smile that spoke of everything that waited for him when they were alone.
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