Page 128 of The Holiday Clause

“Greyson,” Lilly said, “He fixed everything.” A wicked smile curved along her pert lips. “Are you two sleeping together?”

Wren gawked as a choked sound escaped her throat. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m one hundred percent sure that Greyson and I did not have sex.” On a political level, that rang true. However, she hoped that would become a lie very soon. “There. Paper jam’s fixed.” Wren stood and tossed the crumpled culprit that had caused the jam into the trash bin. “We need to clean the therapy rooms before our afternoon massage clients arrive.”

Lilly arched a brow. “Oh yeah? Why? Is the energy off?”

Wren gave her a silencing look. “Just run through them with some sage and get all the corners.”

“Right,” she said dryly. “Well, speak of the devil.” Lilly balanced her chin on her knuckles, elbow on the reception desk, and grinned widely as the lobby doors opened. “Hello, Greyson.”

“Lilly.” He nodded then turned his attention to her, face placid, but his eyes holding a thousand secrets. “Wren.”

Wren’s stomach swooped as his hungry gaze whispered over her. She could still feel his phantom touch from this morning. Who knew a man could do things that made a woman make sounds like that? He had her so hot she’d hit opera-level high notes. One more orgasm and her cries could have shattered glass.

Heat crept up her neck as awareness flooded her body. Every nerve ending seemed to remember exactly how he’d touched her, how he made her feel. Her skin tingled with the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he’d worshipped her body with such reverent intensity.

“Greyson,” she greeted, her voice a complete contrast to the orgy of pornographic memories playing in her head.

Lilly snorted. “Okay, what’s going on? Something’s definitely up between you two.”

Greyson’s stare snapped to Lilly. “Nothing’s up. I came by to go over snow prep with Bodhi.”

Lilly rolled her eyes. “Sure.” Grabbing her teacup, she left the reception area. “He’s in the back. I’ll get him. Wren, can you watch the desk for a sec? We have guests coming in this morning.”

“Of course.”

The moment they were alone, Wren rounded the desk and glanced back at the empty hall. Satisfied they had privacy, she pressed herself to his front and leaned up for a kiss. “Hi.”

His hands dropped to her ass, squeezing and pulling her closer. “How was your ride in?”

She breathed in his familiar scent, smiling at the trace of coffee and frigid air that clung to his clothes. He must have stopped at the café. “I can’t stop thinking about this morning.”

He grinned. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

She squirmed to get closer, but they wore too many clothes and were in a public place. “I wish we didn’t have to work today.”

Voices traveled from the hall and he released her. Greyson cleared his throat. “They’re expecting quite a bit of snow tonight. You should probably stay at your place, in case you need to get back for anything. I’ll be out plowing most of the night.”

Disappointment doused her euphoric mood. “Oh.” She twisted her lips. “Okay.”

He looked like he wanted to touch her again, but the sound of Lilly and Bodhi approaching kept them at a distance. “You can catch up on rest.”

True, she’d been a little sleep deprived since things started up with him, but she had no complaints. “Sure.”

“And, if you want, I can come by when I’m done.”

She smiled, relieved she’d still get to see him. The thought of him creeping into her bed did things to her…delicious things. “People might see your truck.”

“I’ll walk.”

They hid their relationship only to protect it. Things still felt delicate, and they didn’t need outside pressure. They also didn’t want to hurt anyone.

Soren had yet to return her calls and refused to talk to Greyson. Logan was also laying low. Then came the town gossips… She and Greyson both decided to keep things quiet until they felt fully ready to come out as a couple, because once they did, going back would be impossible, every interaction scrutinized, every gesture analyzed. The town would have opinions, and some of those opinions would hurt.

Keeping this secret felt like holding her breath—sustainable for a while, but not forever.