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Audrey nudges me with her elbow. “You’d look good in antlers. Might match the whole lumberjack-flannel style you've got going on.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “I’m leaving you in the truck.”
Her laughter follows me into the cold as I climb out, wrapping around me warmer than any coat could manage.
The resort employees converge on my truck with the kind of cheerful movements that make me immediately suspicious. The one with the flashing antlers reaches me first.
“Miles Stratton! Welcome to Mistletoe Resort!” Flashing Antlers calls, waving both arms. “Thank God. Big Mike has threatened to decorate the Beachside Bears GM if that tree doesn’t arrive soon.”
I frown at the reindeer-man. “Colin Holden is here? Shit.”
The reality of being here hits me.
Colin Holden is the General Manager of an actual NHL franchise. The guy who signs contracts and makes roster decisions that could change a player's entire life.
This isn't just some exhibition tournament anymore. This is a real fucking opportunity.
If I play well enough, if I catch the attention of men like Colin Holden… this could be it. The break I've been chasing for years. The contract that saves the farm and proves I belong in the big leagues.
My pulse kicks up as the other staff swarm the back of the truck while I unfasten Audrey’s car and check the tires one more time. Nothing looks damaged, but the roads are getting worse, and I’m not letting her drive back onto that mountain tonight.
When I straighten, Audrey is beside me catching snow in her blonde hair.
“How much do I owe you for the tow?” she says.
“Nothing.”
“Miles, you dragged my car down a mountain.”
“And now I’m removing it from my truck. That’s generally how towing works.”
She ignores me and reaches through the open passenger door of her sedan. A moment later, half her body disappears inside as she searches beneath gift bags, clothes and bridal lace.
Her movements become increasingly violent, but all I can do is stare at her ass.
I'm not even pretending to look elsewhere.
That perfect, round curve of her fucking hips wiggling in the cool air as she reaches deeper into the back. Her jeans stretch so tight across her cheeks I can see the outline of her panties beneath the denim.
My dick twitches.
She has no idea what she's doing to me, rummaging through her car like a woman on a mission while I stand here with my tongue practically dragging across the snow.
But then a sharp jingle beside me is the only warning I get before Flashing Antlers backs into my shoulder with the trunk of the Christmas tree.
Pine needles smack me across the face.
“Sorry, Miles!”
I spit pine from my mouth and drag my attention away from Audrey’s ass as they start dragging the tree across the snow. She groans some more from the back of her car.
I clear my throat. “Problem?”
“My purse is gone.”
"Gone where?"
She checks the front seat, then the floor, before straightening with a look of dawning horror.
