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Оглавление“We’re standing under the mistletoe,” he said softly, a hint of laughter in his tone.
Tarah’s gaze moved from his face upward to where he pointed. A ball of mistletoe, brightly trimmed with evergreens and a red velvet ribbon dangled precariously above them. She turned her gaze back to his, staring into his dark eyes. “Christmas is officially over.”
He shrugged his broad shoulders. “It still counts. At least until New Year’s.”
“Says who?”
“It’s an old family tradition. If you stand under the mistletoe, you can’t refuse to be kissed.”
“We don’t have that tradition in my family.”
“You’re in Stallion territory. In this house those are the rules.”
“Says who?”
“Says every man named Stallion in this family. Just ask them if you don’t believe me.”
Tarah crossed her arms over her chest, her stance widening as she faced him full on. It was a standoff of magnanimous proportions as they stared intensely at each other. Nicholas was actually taken aback when Tarah suddenly moved against him, pressing both her hands against his chest. The heat between them rose like a firestorm intent on vengeance.
