Page 61 of Snowed Inn For Christmas

She pulled away as her gaze snapped to mine, a rush of color staining her cheeks.

“Ewww.Gross.Stop it,” Patrick said, his face sour as he shook his head and looked down at his plate.

“Better get used to it,” I warned as I leaned over and kissed Julie.“Because I don’t plan to ever stoplovingyour sister.”

Epilogue

Julie

Eleven-ish Months Later

“The turkey smells amazing,” I said as I walked into the kitchen and watched the muscles in Gage’s arm flex as he basted it before popping it back into the oven.

“Thank you, my love.But if you keep staring at me like that, no one but me is going to eat this Thanksgiving.”

“Because you don’t want to share your turkey?What kind of inn are you trying to run?”I teased, chewing my lower lip as his heated gaze collided with mine.

“Because I don’t plan to do anything but eatyour pussy, and that’s not something I will ever share,” he replied with a slight growl in his tone.

Fucking hot.

“Do we have time for that?”I asked as he stepped into my space, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest.

“Daisy is at Patrick’s, working on a surprise craft project with your mother.They won’t be over for an hour, if not later.I don’t know what they’re doing, but Patrick was bitching about pinecones.”

“I vaguely remember him mentioning something about them.”I laughed and shook my head.

“You should listen more to what your brother says.”

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to fight the grin that threatened to take over as he tickled my sides.

“Ever since he moved here, all he’s done is complain about the cold and how Travis tracks everything in the house.I told him not to get a puppy...”

“Yeah, but Daisy was the one who asked for it.You said she couldn’t have onehere.”

“Yep.Just like I said she couldn’t bring those pinecones intothishouse.I know a thing or two about kids and dogs,” I teased, scrunching my face.