Later On We'll Conspire (Christmas Escape)

by Kortney Keisel

He’s wearing black briefs that accentuate his rock-solid derriere. Although, rock isn’t the most solid thing on earth. Diamonds are. So his is a diamond-solid butt, which according to a jewelry store, will last forever. What am I even saying right now?

“Whatever happens in the next thirty seconds, just go with it. Okay?”

“Are your hands broken?” I bite back my smile. “Because you could get it with one swipe of your fingers.” “Nope.” There’s a flirty gleam in her blue eyes. “I’m waiting for you to gently wipe it off like they do in the Hallmark Christmas movies.” “I would, but my tiny T-Rex hands can’t reach that far.”

“What?” He shrugs. “I’m bigger. I should get the bigger gun.” “You have tiny T-Rex hands, remember?”