Читать книгу Her Holiday Family - Ruth Herne Logan - Страница 3
Оглавление“I love baking.”
“Can’t prove it by me,” Max retorted. “We’ve worked together for over a week and I’ve seen two measly cookies. Kind of lame, Tina.”
She laughed, and it felt good. They got to her door and she swung about, surprised. “That’s the first time I’ve passed the café site without getting emotional. I didn’t even realize we’d gone by.”
“The company, perhaps?” Max bumped shoulders with her, a friendly gesture.
“Indubitably,” she joked back, then looked up.
His eyes, his gaze…
Dark and questing, smiling and wondering.
He glanced down at her, then waited interminable seconds…for what? Her to move toward him?
She did.
His arms wrapped around her, tugging her close. The cool texture of his collar brushed her cheek, a contrast to the warmth he emanated.
He smelled like leather, dish soap and fresh lemons, a delightful mingling of scents in the chill of a Christmas-lit night.
