surrounded by people and judges. Nick and Louie had sculpted a gingerbread house complete with ice gumdrops and candy canes. The house was big enough to walk through, but was roped off until after the judges made their decision. Delaney looked around for Nick and saw him standing to one side with his brother. He wore a black North Face parka with a white lining, jeans, and work boots. Gail Oliver stood next to him, her arm threaded through his. A hot lump of jealousy churned in Delaney’s stomach, and she might have lost her nerve and walked past if he hadn’t glanced up, locking his gaze on her.
She forced herself to move toward him but spoke to Louie because it was easier. “Is Lisa around here somewhere?”
“She and Sophie went to the bathroom,” Louie answered, his brown eyes moving from Delaney to Nick, then back again. “Stick around though, she’ll be right back.”
“Actually I wanted to talk to Nick.” She turned and looked up at the man responsible for the chaotic feelings colliding in her heart. She stared into his face, and she knew she’d somehow fallen madly in love with the boy who used to fascinate and torment her at the same time. They were both adults now, but nothing had changed. He’d just found new and better ways of torturing her. “If you have a minute, I need to talk to you.”
Without a word he disengaged himself from Gail and moved toward her. “What’s up, wild thing?”
She glanced at the people around them, then looked into his face. His cheeks were red and she could see his breath against the darkness. “I wanted to thank you for the snow tires. I watched for you today, but you didn’t go to your office. So I thought I might find you here.” She rocked back on her heel and looked down at the toes of her boots. “Why did you do it?”
“What?”
“Put snow tires on Henry’s car. No man has ever given me tires.” Nervous laughter escaped her lips. “It was a really nice thing to do.”
“I’m a really nice guy.”
One corner of her mouth lifted. “No, you’re not.” She shook her head and lifted her gaze to his. “You’re rude and overbearing most of the time.”
His smile showed his white teeth and creased the corners of his eyes. “What am I when I’m not rude and overbearing?”
She made a fist and blew her breath into her cold hand. “Conceited.”
“And?” He reached out and sandwiched her fingers between his warm palms.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Gail moving toward them. “And I can see that I’ve come at a bad time.” She pulled her hand free and shoved it into her pocket. “I’ll talk to you some other time when you’re not busy.”
“I’m not busy right now,” he said just as Gail came to stand next to him.
“Hi, Delaney.”
“Gail.”
“I couldn’t make it to the fashion show Saturday night.” Gail glanced up at Nick and smiled. “I had something else going on, but I heard you did a real good job with the hair this year.”
“I think everyone had a nice time.” Delaney took a step backward. Jealousy twisted like a hot knife in her gut, and she needed to get away from Nick and Gail and the sight of them together. “See ya around.”
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I have to check in on Duke and Dolores,” she answered, sounding pitiful to her own ears. “Then I’m meeting some friends,” she added the lie to salvage her pride and lifted her hand in an abbreviated wave, then turned to leave.
In three long strides Nick caught up to her. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
“You don’t have to.” She looked up at him, then over her shoulder at Gail, who stared after them as they moved toward the parking lot. “You’ll make your date mad.”
“Gail isn’t my date, and you don’t need to worry about her.” He took Delaney’s hand in his and slid it into his coat pocket. “Why do you have to check on Henry’s dogs?”
They walked by an ice genie sitting on his lamp. She didn’t know if she believed him about Gail, but decided to let the subject drop for now. “My mother left town with Max Harrison.” He wove his fingers through hers and hot tingles spread to her wrist. “They’re going to celebrate their Christmas on one of those love boats.”
Nick slowed as they moved around a crowd gathered in front of the genie. “What about your Christmas?”
The tingles swept to her elbow and further up her arm. “We’ll celebrate when she gets back. No big deal. I’m used to being alone during the holidays. I haven’t had a real Christmas since I left town anyway.”
He didn’t say anything for a few moments as they walked from beneath a park light and through a patch of night. “Sounds lonely.”
“Not really. I usually found someone who took pity on me. And besides, it was always my choice to stay away. I could have come back and apologized for being such a disappointment and pretended to be the daughter my parents wanted, but a few presents and a yule log weren’t worth my pride or my freedom.” She shrugged and purposely changed the subject. “You never did answer my question.”
“What was that?”
“The tires. Why did you do it?”
“No one was safe with you driving that big boat of Henry’s. It was only a matter of time before you took out a couple of kids.”
She looked up at him, at his dark profile. “Liar.”
“Believe what you want,” he said, refusing to admit he might care for her.
“How much do I owe you?”
“Consider them a Christmas present.”
They stepped off the curb into the parking lot and walked between a Bronco and a van. “I don’t have anything to give you.”
“Yes, you do.” He stopped and raised her hand to this mouth. He brushed his lips across her knuckles. “When I’m not rude and overbearing and conceited… what am I?”
She couldn’t see his features clearly through the darkness, but she didn’t need to see his eyes to know he stared at her over the back of her hand. She could feel his gaze just as surely as she could feel his touch. “You’re…” She could feel herself melt, right there in the parking lot with her toes frozen and the temperature below zero. She wanted to be with him. “You’re the man I think about all the time.” She pulled her hand free and raised onto the balls of her feet. “I think about your handsome face, wide shoulders, and your lips.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed into him. He ran his hand up and down her back, holding her close. Her heart pounded in her ears and she buried her cold nose just below his ear. “Then I think about licking you.”
His hands stilled.
“All over.” She touched the tip of her tongue to the side of his throat.
“Jesus, Joseph, and Mary,” he groaned. “When do you have to meet your friends?”
“What friends?”
“You said you were meeting friends tonight.”
“Oh, yeah.” She’d forgotten about her lie. “It’s not important. They won’t miss me if I don’t show up.”
He pulled back to look at her. “What about the dogs?”
“I really do have to let them out for a while. What about Gail?”
“I told you not to worry about her.”
“Are you seeing her?”
“I
“Are you having sex with her?”
She could see the dark corners of his mouth pull into a frown. “No.”
Delaney’s heart swelled, and she planted her mouth on his, devouring him with a hot kiss that left them both breathless. “Come with me.”
“To Henry’s?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t speak for a moment, and she couldn’t tell what he might be thinking. “I’ll meet you there,” he finally said. “I need to talk to Louie, then swing by the drugstore.”
She didn’t have to ask why. He pressed his lips to hers, then he was gone. She watched him walk away, his
