Page 100 of The Billionaire's Christmas Bride

I train my gaze on my sister, "Kirsten this is Amelie. Amelie…this is my younger sister, Kirsten."

"Amelie," Kirsten’s eyes bob between us. She shuffles her feet in that manner which is a dead giveaway that she’s dying to quiz me… Not that I am going to allow that.

Max barks from his vantage point against Amelie’s breasts. I seriously needed to have a man-to-man with that pooch.

Phoenix tugs on my hand. "Moosic…" she chants, "mooooosic."

"Hey, honey." I release my hold on Amelie, then bend to swing Phoenix up in my arms.

The little girl giggles, "Mooooosic."

"Music?" I turn to Kirsten for help.

"Yea, music," Kirsten sighs. "She’s driving us mad with her music blocks."

"Moooosic bo-k-ssss," Phoenix warbles. "Unca Wezz."

I chuck her under her chin and she giggles. "Play…play… Unca Wezz."

Right.

I glance toward Amelie, who smiles at the little girl. "Hey, baby doll," she coos, "What’s your name?"

Phoenix blinks at Amelie, then holds out her arms.

"Oh." Amelie looks at Phoenix, then at me.

I reach over, fasten Max’s leash to his collar. "Told ya so," I whisper into her ear.

She scowls, lowers Max to the floor, and her handbag slides down her arm.

"Let me get that." I grab the bag before it hits the floor.

Then I straighten and hand Phoenix over to her. Amelie cuddles Phoenix, and her other bag—the chef's toolkit—bumps her back. I reach for it; Amelie frowns.

"You can trust me," I snicker.

She raises one eyebrow, "Can I?"

"Of course, Sweetheart." I raise one eyebrow.

She opens her mouth, to protest, no doubt. I lean down, press another kiss to her lips, and slide the bag off of her shoulder in the same move.

I step back, swinging her chef’s satchel over my other shoulder.

"Smooth," Kirsten laughs.

"Doggy," Phoenix pants.

Max woofs, wags his tail, pawing at Amelie as he tries to get to the little girl.

"Wait…." Amelie protests. Phoenix pats her cheek. Amelie glances down at her and her face breaks into a smile. "Hey pumpkin, what’s your name?"

"Phe," she grins, jumping a little in Amelie’s arms.

Amelie props her on her hip, "Hey, Phe." Amelie’s smile widens, "Whatcha wearing on your head."

Phoenix touches the unicorn shaped hairband, "Pepper."