Page 32 of Unwrapping Love

It was close to seven at this point. Nine at his mother’s.

“I’ve been up since six and had breakfast,” he said. “I don’t get enough chances to chill and put things from my mind. This will do me well.”

“You chill daily on your board,” Elias said. “If you could get on your snowboard right now, I’m sure you would.”

He grinned. “I had thought of it.”

He preferred snowboarding to skiing, but loved them both.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” his mother said. “I’m already a nervous wreck with you stranded up there. What if something happens and you can’t call for help?”

“I told you I had a nurse with me.”

His mother rolled her eyes. “Stop goofing off.”

“How is everyone’s holiday?” he asked. “No engagements or anything? Surprise babies or weddings?”

“I heard that,” Talia shouted. He saw her get up and move toward the computer, then stick her tongue out.

“It wasn’t really intended for you, but sure.”

“Everyone is engaged or married or planning a wedding. All but you and Nelson,” his mother said.

The two rogue guys in the family. Or so they’d always been told.

He thought of the woman upstairs naked under the spray.

The connection he’d felt for her in the short period they’d been together was off the charts.

He supposed he knew what his siblings all felt when they met someone and fell quickly.

If he had more time with Saylor, he was positive his name would hit that category.

The blizzard outside was only helping his cause.

Maybe he could convince her to stay for the rest of her vacation before she flew back to Iowa. She had a few weeks left, then was relocating but didn’t know where yet.

California sounded good to him.

“You should be happy your family is all falling into place the way you want,” he said.

Foster was getting married in the spring, Elias in the summer. In between those two weddings, Talia would give birth to his niece, Laken to his nephew.

His mother’s life was full so he was hoping she’d cut him some slack.

He was pretty sure Nelson felt the same way.

“I’m very blessed,” his mother said.

Rowan turned his head when he heard Saylor coming down the stairs. More like feeling her presence than heard her.

She pointed to the kitchen and he nodded his head.

“Who are you talking to?” Nelson asked. He hadn’t realized his brother was still close by but should have figured.

“I told Mom I wasn’t alone and had a nurse here if I got hurt,” he said.

Saylor’s jaw dropped and he laughed.