by Blythe Reid
“That’s what you do for me, baby. God that was so hot.” He laid next to me as we caught our breath, and then he got up and went to the kitchen for a towel.
I giggled as he cleaned me up, the towel rubbing along my ticklish areas, and then we curled up in the quilt by the fire. That was when I noticed it. My stocking was hanging on the mantle. I sat straight up.
“What’s that doing here?”
He sat up with me. “What is it, baby?”
“That’s my stocking,” I said.
“Oh, that. Well, I remembered how you said that your Gramps would always try to put something really special inside it, so I thought maybe I should do the same.”
“You got me something special, huh?” We’d discussed not exchanging gifts since we had so much work to do on the house in the coming months.
“Well, yeah. I think you’ll like it.”
“Can I open it?” I asked. “Or do I have to wait for Santa to come?”
“Oh, trust me, baby, Santa just came.” He gave a little snicker, and I nudged him.
“You’re so bad. Seriously, may I?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t wait around for him to change his mind, and I felt a little guilty that I hadn’t gotten him anything too personal. I sucked at buying gifts anyway.
I climbed back inside the blanket with him and reached into the stocking only to find a million tiny balls of Styrofoam snow and one scroll of paper, tied with a pretty bow.
“Did you have to go crazy with the Styrofoam?” I knew somewhere above us, Gramps was getting a kick out of it.
“I thought it was a nice touch.” He gave me a devilish grin as I slipped off the bow and unfolded the paper.
My heart stopped when I read the paper. “This is the deed to my house.”
“That it is. Your name is on it, too. Free and clear. Congratulations.”
“But I thought I had to sign some papers and set up your part of the business. Will we do that later?”
“The house is yours, Mattie. I don’t need a part of it or my name on the deed for it to be my home, too. I know what we agreed, but I want you to have this. It’s yours, and no one can ever take it from you.”
My eyes filled with tears, and I knew that this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He needed to know how I felt. “Thank you. It’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I want you to know how much I love you.”
His eyes lit with surprise. “I love you, too.” His arms went around me so hard and so fast, he took my breath away as I melted against him. Over his shoulder, I caught a glimpse of the night out the window behind the tree, where soft snow was falling.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he said.
“Merry Christmas.”
Introduction
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About the Author
Blythe is a sexy contemporary romance writer that has called Texas her home for over 30 years. She is inspired to write from her love of reading. As a young woman, Blythe enjoyed the company of a good romance novel and after reading several thousand wanted to become an author.
She hopes that you enjoy her unique story telling style and get wrapped up in the novel just as she did while writing it. Make sure to look for more ways to connect coming soon.
Stuff My Stocking
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