Season's Schemings (Cyclones Christmas, #1)

by Katie Bailey

“I’m a jealous man, Madelyn,” he whispers in my ear. “So you’ll be wearing my name tonight, or nobody’s.”

Why does my husband have to be so damn sexy? And why does he have to know it? I can tell that he knows how flustered I am, but he seems to take pity on me, because he simply nods. “See you tonight, Mrs. Slater.”

But even when I don’t see her, she’s everywhere. There's the sneakers stacked by the doorway, even though there's a perfectly good closet to put them in. And the girl's hair. Don't get me started on her hair… it's on the couch, on the rugs, on the hardwood floors. It's like living with a shedding dog. But then, there's the fresh flowers on the table. The butter sitting beside the toaster. The orange juice in the fridge, and the bagel crumbs scattering the counters. And sure, I pick up after her, but these little pieces of her, scattered like confetti around my apartment, feel nice and homey.

“You look at her like my daddy looks at my mommy. And they’re super happy together. So, I’m going to go with yes. She is lucky to be married to you.”

“Oh, come on.” Seb grins at my dithering and pats the bed beside him. “I promise I don’t bite. Unless you want me to, that is.”

“Well, Captain, it’s that… I think I might have accidentally fallen in love with my wife.”

But Sebastian’s nothing like Adam.” I smile. “Thank the Lord. So, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and Screw You Very Much.”