Читать книгу Her Mistletoe Man - Carolyn Greene, Carolyn Greene - Страница 2
“The first Christmas kiss of the season is good luck,” Tucker said, pointing to the cluster of greenery that dangled above them.
Оглавление“Really?” Ruth said doubtfully. “I never heard of that tradition.”
“Neither did I,” he admitted. “I just made it up.”
He touched his mouth to hers then, the movement brief yet decisive. And more than a little pleasurable.
When their lips parted, she met his gaze. Her clear, golden-brown eyes appeared to be smiling, as if she had enjoyed the kiss as much as he had.
The first Christmas kiss under the mistletoe. As far as he was concerned, it was indeed a lucky kiss.
He lifted his head to thank his lucky stars—and the little green ball of leaves that dangled over their heads.
“Oops, I was mistaken,” he told her without a hint of remorse. “That’s not mistletoe…it’s holly.”
