Chapter 5
Zoey
Being rich and sexy hot is obviously enough to make a man go crazy. One minute he is all sexy smiles, helpful in the kitchen and making me go weak at the knees. And then in the next minute he reverts back to form as the grumpy, posh billionaire.
He is like a holiday cowboy, just playing pretend before he goes back to the real world. I think it’s the cowboy making my heart go faster. It’s the cowboy that I find myself looking out for during the day. But then I do enjoy arguing with the arrogant billionaire.
It’s these thoughts occupying my mind as I hang up Christmas decorations around the house. Quietly humming Christmas carols as everyone should when hanging Christmas carols.
Just as I reach over to fix a bauble, I hear a creak of floorboards behind me. Reaching and twisting to look simultaneously, my foot slips from the ladder step.
I let out a squeak, but then, like something out of a romance novel, Heath is there to catch me in his arms.
My first thought is how long it’s been since I’ve had a man’s arms around me. How good he smells. And how amazing it is that he can hold me in his arms. Blinking up at him his face looks less stern, now filled with concern.
“Are you okay?” His voice is just a husky whisper and it sends thrills through my body.
I nod. For a moment he stands there. Holding me. Looking into each other’s eyes. The big room fades away and for that moment it is just him and me and our bodies together.
He shakes himself and lets my legs go. For a moment I am pressed against his body until I find my feet. I’m hot and breathless. There was no reason for him to hold me so long. To be lost in his eyes. I like seeing his guard drop, his feathers ruffled.
“See, this is why we don’t do Christmas. Too dangerous.” He smiles and I feel it like hot flames racing through my veins. Stepping back from me he gives me a little nod. “The place looks good.”
Another beat, it’s as if he is going to say more, or at least I hope he will. Suddenly I want us putting up Christmas decorations together. To see him relax and smile.
But the moment passes and he turns and leaves. Fists curled at his sides as his long legs take him upstairs once again.
There is a tension in the house that evening. Two people avoiding each other but ever, so aware of every creak of the floor board, every crackle of wood in the fire.
By the next morning I’m over the tense silence. And so I’m waiting for him when he comes up from the stables. “We need to go into town. It looks like snow and we need some supplies.”
He gives me a hard look, like he is debating this idea in his head. But eventually he nods and we get into his truck to head into town.