"So how are we going to do this?" I ask, standing beside Spencer's imposing bed but making no moves to get myself under the ruffled covers."Like last time." Spencer's eyes rake me up and down, but not because he's checking me out. It's definitely more him making sure I'm not suffering from shock or an alien abduction.Whatever the reason, his leering gaze forces my arms over my chest. My lips pinch together, and I look sheepishly at the top of the bed. I'm wearing on one of his long T-shirts—NAVY written in big, bold font across the front—underwear, and a pair of shorts. It's way more clothing than he's sporting with his black boxers covered in small four-leaf clovers.As if the universe needed to give me more signs of him getting lucky tonight."We haven't done this before." I'm not one of those simpering-virgin types, but a few alcoholic beverages might help. Plus, why did I eat a second helping of fries at dinner? It was stress eating—there's no other explanation.Spencer
I twist my head back to see his face. "What?" Hundreds—no thousands—of horrible things a man could say after that phrase compete for space in my brain. I'd rather not hear any of them. A ball of dread grows in my stomach, and I bite my lip with worry."I swear I'm not feeding you a line, but I don't have any condoms in the apartment." He raises my hand from his hip, placing it on the bed. "I'll pick some up in the morning, and we can do this all over again tomorrow.""Really?" If his next line is some attempt to get me to have sex without a condom, I'm out of here.Or worse, maybe he doesn't want to have sex with me at all."I wasn't prepared for this.""You don't keep condoms in the house?" I ask, my eyes narrowing on his ridiculously handsome face.He laughs, but it's a nervous sound that makes me believe this isn't a line at all. "I haven't been here long. There haven't been a lot of opportunities to meet ladies."I stare at him for a minute longer with one eye more cl
"Joslin?" Spencer's voice carries into the bathroom.I spit out the last of the toothpaste and drop the brand-new toothbrush Spencer brought home for me four days ago into the little container next to the sink. "Yeah?""Where's the condom?""Huh?" I squeeze my hair in the towel to quicken the drying process and walk out of his en-suite bathroom."I tossed the condom on the floor. Right here." He points to an empty area on his hardwood floor."What? You threw it... on the floor?"Spencer leans over on his knees, searching under the bed. "Yes.""The floor?""Yes.""You just threw it down?""Yes, that's what I do every time.""Every time?" My mouth falls open in disgust. How did I not know this was going on?"Yes. What did you think I did with them?"My eyes widen when I realize he's serious. "Put them in the trash like a normal person.""I don't have a trash bin in the bedroom." He leans over further to check under the bed, his right arm getting lost as he fee
The scent of cinnamon and baked goods fills the air as I sit down in a wooden teal chair in Anessa's bakery. I've lived in Pelican Bay my entire life, and I've seen this little corner building as many shops over the years, but her cute, pink bakery is, by far, my favorite. The adorable and tasteful Christmas decorations she's strewn about the place only help. There's garland over the fireplace, mistletoe in all the windows, a big wreath on the front door, and Christmas music piping from a speaker.The one item completely out of place in the little, girly bakery is the group of large, imposing men taking up a considerable amount of space in front of the large window. Anessa's bakery has become the local hangout and meeting place for Ridge's security firm, even though he owns a state-of-the-art building a few streets over."Here's your coffee. One cream, one sugar, and a kiss." Spencer leans over and gives me a quick peck on the lips, just enough to leave me dazed. "Mistletoe," he sa
"Agreed. I'll call into the local P.D. for help, too. Anderson will want in on this," Ridge says, and everyone nods their heads in agreement, including me, even though I have no idea what we're talking about."What's going on?" The whole thing sounds serious.Warmth covers my back when Spencer rest his hands on my lower neck. "Hudson picked up a lead I was able to track through banking records. Someone purchased a property under one of Frankie Zanetti's businesses, and we think they might be using it as a hideout. We're planning a takedown tonight.""A takedown?" Tabitha looks to Ridge, which causes him to scowl at Spencer. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to be widely known information.He answers her with annoyance. "If we round them up in one sweep, the whole town will be quiet and safe for Christmas. Didn't you say you wanted a quiet Christmas?I definitely think Ridge is trying to appease his girlfriend, but the quiet Christmas sounds great to me. I don't want a dead guy
Spencer's headlights flash over my large front window as he pulls into the driveway. I drop the curtain before the glare catches on my face. Frankie barks, probably startled by the first bit of movement I've done for the last hour."Yes, yes, your daddy is home." I step away from the large bay window I've used as a perch tonight. Frankie doesn't follow until I stop and slap my knee twice. "Well, come on. We can't let him know how crazy we are."Hudson refused to leave until Spencer gave him the okay, and he called me ridiculous for spending our evening waiting for Spencer's return. But he was sitting here watching me watch a window, so which one of us is worse?As a woman concerned about her guy going out to fight some unknown criminal element, I think I had every right to spend three hours staring out my front window, waiting for him to return.It's perfectly normal in my opinion.Expected even.But I'm not sure how the big, strong, tough guy I was waiting up for would fee
A gust of wind whips down Main Street, and I pull on my hat, lowering the ear flaps to cover the bottom of my lobes."When is the parade set to start?" Spencer asks, zipping his coat up the last few inches. He's lucky. The box from L.L. Bean arrived an hour before the festivities started. Otherwise, he'd be out here in one of his long-sleeve thermal shirts."Not until noon."Spencer checks his watch. "That's two hours away. Why did we have to rush?"I smile, holding back a laugh. Spencer has a lot to learn about living in Pelican Bay.My arm jerks forward as Frankie tugs on her leash, trying to get closer to the people who come and go on the street around us. My steps pick up to keep pace with her."The Christmas Eve parade is an important holiday tradition. There is a schedule you have to follow.""A schedule?""It's tradition." Frankie pulls on her leash again, giving me an annoyed look when I tug back.I stop in front of Bonnie's Diner and wait while Spencer opens
"Oh, they don't." I laugh as a young kid in a black hoodie bumps Spencer as he hurries by. Spencer stands taller, pushing his elbows out to give himself room. "People come from all over to watch our Christmas Eve parade. It's Pelican Bay's biggest event.The sidewalk is filled with people. The congestion slows down our pace as we walk by people standing on the sidewalk, chatting. There's a lull in the crowd, and Spencer uses the opportunity to wrap his arm around my shoulder. It makes walking with a leash, cookie, and hot chocolate a tad difficult, but I'm too enamored to care. "Where to now?"I swing the hand holding the leash back and forth, enjoying the moment. "Now, we find a spot to sit."My family always watches the parade from a spot on Bay View since the road runs next to the public beach. It's an ideal location. You can see the water behind you, our large lighthouse to the north, and a great view of the floats as the parade comes down Main Street with the well-maintained