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Skye Turner ©2017

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Cover Design: Skye Turner

Betas: Kristin Blay, Lindsey Lawson, Louise Rogers-Thomas, and Summer Bliss.

Editing by: Indie Edits by Skye

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Author Bio Photography: James Turner

*Due to graphic sex scenes and strong language, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

Books by Skye Turner

**All books by Skye Turner are/ can be Standalones with the exception of the Bayou Stix Novella.

BAYOU STIX SERIES (Rocker Romance)

Alluring Turmoil, Book 1 Bayou Stix

Alluring Seduction, Book 2 Bayou Stix

Alluring Ties, A Bayou Stix Novella, Book 2.5 Bayou Stix

Alluring Temptation, Book 3 Bayou Stix

Alluring Infatuation, Book 4 Bayou Stix

Alluring Surrender, Book 5 Bayou Stix

JAMES BLACK SERIES (Romantic Suspense)

James Black, Book 1 James Black

Becoming James Black, Book 2 James Black

DEAR DIARY SHORT STORIES (Erotic Romance)

January

February

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

DEAR DIARY COMPLETE SERIES Box Set

SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

Unwanted Desire (Contemporary Romance)

With Gratitude and Love (Military/ Holiday*ish Romance)

His Only Salvation (Dark Romance)

A LIL BIT COUNTRY A LIL BIT ROCK & ROLL (Adult Romance)

Riff, Book 1 A Lil Bit Country A Lil Bit Rock & Roll

Harmony, Book 2 A Lil Bit Country A Lil Bit Rock & Roll

Interlude, Book 3 A Lil Bit Country A Lil Bit Rock & Roll (COMING LATE 2017)

Crescendo, Book 4 A Lil Bit Country A Lil Bit Rock & Roll (COMING in 2018)

Rookie Love (Baseball Romance)

Behind My Charade, A Legacy Falls Romance (Military Romance)

GEMSTONE BURLESQUE (Erotic Romance)

Amethyst

Ruby

Jade

Onyx

Tungsten

Topaz

Sapphire

Emerald

Smoke

Coral

Amber

Pearl

Opal

Diamond

GEMSTONE BURLESQUE COMPLETE SERIES Box Set

THE POTHOS CHRONICLES (Erotic Romance Serial)

Volume 1: The Limo Driver

Volume 2: The Masquerade

Nutt Cracker, A Hilariously Crude Love Story (Rom Com. Male POV)

Love Bites Co-Authored with Amanda Lanclos (Romantic Comedy)

Mission: Christmas - Part of the Mrs. Claus Anthology (Christmas Romance)

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Books by Skye Turner writing as Sloane Nicole

Antoinette’s Fall (Paranormal Adult Romance)

Dedication:

For everyone who needs a little boost to get into the “Christmas Spirit”.

Chapter One

Noelle

“Oh, Becks. What are we going to do? Where the hell are we supposed to get the money to fill the wish lists of everyone here this year? We’ve always been able to give one thing from everyone’s lists.” I sigh as I stare at the worn desk top, covered with the paperwork from the shelter, and the miniscule balance on the books stares back at me. “Unless Santa drops a sack full of cold, hard cash at the door, we’re screwed.”

Things have been tight before, but never like this. This is catastrophic. What am I going to do?!

I’m scared.

Becky, my assistant and baby sister, looks at me with a determined expression. “You could always hit the corner and work those legs of yours...” She smirks. “Nah, I don’t think even those dancer gams could save us, sis.” She stares at me and then smiles. “You’ll think of something, Noelle. You always do. Or... you could just call Dad and tell him you need funds...”

Absolutely not! I will never call him for anything I need for this place.

Becks is right though. I always find a way to provide for the people who find themselves under the roof of my shelter. But it’s almost Christmas and donations are scarce this year. I know everyone is pinching pennies, but a lot of people count on me...

This is just unacceptable.

I need to come up with a solution.

I need a brilliant plan... like months ago.

Calling our father is the last thing I’d do...

The less than $3000 in the shelter’s account glares at me from the column in the offensive book in front of me.

Leaning back in my maroon leather chair, a fantastic find from the Goodwill store up the street, I stare at the ceiling and groan before looking at Becks. “No. You know I won’t call him.”

She nods. “I know. It was just a suggestion. You said things were bad, so...”

“Yeah, they are, but there is no way in hell I’m calling him.” I moan again and stare at the worn ceiling and the water stains from a previous leak. “Ugh... why are you doing this to me? Why are you testing me now? This isn’t even about me, God. It’s about all the people in this shelter who are counting on us.” My eyes flit over the mess spread before me before settling on my baby sister. I mutter, “If you have any pull with the fat man in the red plush, I need you to bat those baby blues, fluff your tits, and wrangle out some magic, Becks.”

Becky grins and says, “I would totally get a Santa sugar daddy if I thought it would help, Noelle.”

Crumpling a pink post-it with scribble on it from in front of me, I toss it at her while rolling my eyes. “No. There is no need to get a sugar daddy. Lord, Momma would kill me.

“I just need to brainstorm.”

She laughs but then her face sobers. “You’ll come up with a brilliant plan that simply cannot fail and save the day, sis. That’s what you do. I have faith in you!”

Thanks, Becks.

I know you do. But this time, I need to really have faith in myself.

And a miracle.

Mason

Oh, dear lord. Can I just go one freaking place without Jingle Bells and Silent Night blaring through speakers or tinsel slapping me in the damn face?!

Christmas is six weeks away and I’m already so incredibly over it!

Bah humbug!

Brad, my cameraman and friend, whistles in tune with the holiday jingle as we set up for the live shot. I snap, “Dude, can you stop? It’s bad enough I’m force-fed Christmas cheer everywhere I go. Can you just not?” Extending my arms, I mutter, “Within ten feet of me is a Christmas-Free zone.”

He laughs and grins at me, flashing his perfect teeth. With his charming smile, good looks, skin the color of my favorite café au lait, and witty personality, I have no idea why he’s a cameraman. He should be on the cover of those books that women buy and drool over. “Good luck with that, friend. Mason, your last name is Christmas and yet, you hate Christmas... Something is wrong with you, man. It’s the most wonderful time of the year, you know.”

I grimace and shake my head. “No, it’s really not. Do you know how many people lose their jobs at Christmas? Kill themselves? Ruin their lives by driving under the influence?

“Yet, here people are, pretending to care about each other. Singing about a white Christmas when it’s eighty damn degrees here in Louisiana.” I chuckle harshly. “I mean, really? When is the last time you could actually wear long sleeves on Christmas without broiling? From October first through the New Year, people lose their damn minds all the while singing overplayed songs and slapping you in the face with red, green, silver, and gold. And a fat man, who should die of a heart attack or diabetes and be in jail for pedophilia, is celebrated.

“No, it’s the most annoying time of the year. Not the most wonderful.”

Brad shakes his head at me wryly and murmurs, “Man, you need some holiday cheer in a bad way. I’ve met Scrooges before, but you take the cake. Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. It’s the season of joy, goodwill, and faith in believing in things you can’t see. Why do you hate Christmas so much? I don’t understand you. What has Christmas ever done to you anyway?”

Plenty. But that’s my business. As close as we are, there are some things that I do not want to share... or re-live.

Ignoring his questions, I take my position and look into the camera as he sets it on his shoulder. “We came to get this story. So, let’s do that. How’s my lighting?”

He looks at me and nods. “Fine, ignore me. But, my Christmas wish for you, brother, is that you find the joy in Christmas again. I don’t know what happened or why you lost it, but this year, I pray you find it again. You’re missing out on so much.” His head disappears behind the camera again and he says, “You’re good. But, let’s do a test run so I can make sure we’re golden.”

You can keep your wish and give it to someone who needs it. I don’t want or need Christmas in my life.

Christmas is the time for shattered illusions and broken dreams. Eventually the shine wears off and you’re left dull and heartbroken when you realize that Santa is just a grossly obese man in a sweaty red suit.

No thank you.

I can’t wait until January 3^rd when the insanity is over!

“Now, Joy, I’m trusting you with this mission. Mason is a tough nut and he’s going to take a lot of work to crack. He’s so cynical and disillusioned that the normal protocol won’t work.

“Noelle is filled with love for the holiday and her fellow man, but isn’t certain that she needs the love of a man in her life.  

“I need the best of the best to take on this sensitive case. Are you certain that you can handle it?”

I nod and dance on my toes as I eagerly listen to Santa explain the mission to me. “Yes, Sir. I’m up for the challenge. I promise to give this my all and by Christmas Eve, Mason will have his joy in Christmas restored while he and Noelle will both be forever changed by the greatest gift of all... love. I won’t let you down.”

His eyes crinkle and his jolly chuckle fills the room. “I know that you won’t, Joy.” His chubby hand holds out the folder and I laugh as take it and see the words scrawled across the top in Santa’s handwriting. Mission: Christmas

Closing my hand around the folder, I smile once more at Santa and tuck it close to my chest. “Mission: Christmas... Challenge accepted, Sir.”

He laughs again and waves his hands in the air. As he does, the air sparkles and I feel myself changing. “Ok then, let’s get you transitioned and on your way!” My ears shorten and my chin rounds out. I feel myself growing taller. When he smiles at me, I glance in the mirror on the wall of Santa’s office and laugh as I hold out my hands and feel my face. He looks me over and nods. “Perfect. Next stop, Baton Rouge. Good luck, Joy!”

“Thank you, Sir. I’m ready.”

Oh, I’m so ready. I won’t let you or myself down, Santa.

Mason and Noelle, prepare for the best Christmas of your lives!

Chapter Two

Noelle

I’ve been wracking my brain since yesterday for a solution to my dilemma. Sleep was impossible last night as my brain refused to shut down. The idea came to me around 1AM and it was so good I had to jump out of bed and race to the kitchen to write it all down and get the ball rolling.

This could work! I just need to call in some favors and play on people’s generosity and willingness to help people around the holidays.

Yes, this will work!

And if it takes off like I know it will, it can be an annual thing and be something that people in Baton Rouge look forward to all year long.

I’m humming Christmas carols along with the radio (nonstop Christmas carols are already on my favorite local station) and sipping my third cup of ice cold coffee while I outline everything I need to do today to get this ball rolling when a grumpy voice fills the kitchen. “Seriously?! It’s barely 7AM, Noelle. Stop it. I can’t handle your jolly self until my second cup of coffee... you know that.”

Smirking, I turn to face a Becks that could rival Grumpy Cat. “I drank the pot. Sorry. You’ll have to brew more. Make enough for me, ok.”

Her blue eyes widen and she mutters, “How the hell long have you been up, you crazy person?! It’s the ass crack of dawn...”

Laughing, I gesture to the mess covering the table. The papers with my brilliant plan jotted all over them are spread everywhere. “Um, pretty much all night. But, I think I’ve found the answer to raising money for the shelter.”

Becks cracks a grin. “Damn, you’ve been a busy girl. I knew you would,” but it fades into a groan as she looks at the empty coffee maker. She sighs. “Ok, well, wait to tell me about this brilliance until I get this shit on. I need java running through my veins to have any sort of intelligent conversation.” She mutters again. “I cannot believe you drank all of the coffee. Santa needs to leave dog poop in your stocking!”

I laugh at her and lean back to stretch the kinks out of my back. I’ve been hunched over this table for longer than I thought. “Yeah, well, I made it so I can drink it. And Santa doesn’t leave dog shit, sis. That would be something you’d do. You Grinch!”

She pauses from scooping the dark roast into the filter to stick her tongue out at me. As she turns back to finish, she groans again. “Don’t be mean to me. I’m not even awake yet. You’ll go onto the Naughty List!” I hear the gurgle of the coffee maker as it wakes up and lifting my cup to my lips, I drain the last of the stale, cold brew in my cup while Becks leans against the counter with her mug in her hand and stares at the coffee as if willing the dark liquid to drip faster.

I bet she doesn’t even let it finish brewing before she swipes some coffee.

The scent of fresh coffee permeates the air and I inhale. Becks does too and sets her cup down to fill it.

I laugh and she looks over in question with her brow raised.

Shaking my head, I retort, “I knew you were going to do that. You have a problem. Can’t even wait until it’s finished.”

She glares at me while she raises the cup to her lips and takes her first sip. Her pleased moan has me rolling my eyes at her. She’s still staring at me over the rim of her Sloane Nicole cup when she says sarcastically. “My relationship with coffee is none of your concern.”

I laugh again and point to the chair beside me. “You’re hilarious. But I guess a relationship with coffee is better than no relationship at all.” Standing, I fill my cup and inhale the scent that makes me smile.

Ok, maybe a relationship with coffee isn’t a bad thing.

Well, since that’s the only kind of relationship the Holley girls have, I suppose we’ll take it.

Becks raises her brow again and nods at my cup. “I have a problem, huh? Says the woman who’s already drank a pot of coffee before 7AM.”

My cheeks burn and I laugh at her. “I only made six cups, smart ass.”

She laughs and pulls her blonde curls into a messy bun on top of her head. “Yeah, but you’re only one person.” Leaning back, she looks at me pointedly. “So, what is this brilliant plan and when do we get started? Enlighten me with your brilliance, sis. I’m ready to hear it now that my blood is flowing.”

With sudden excitement, I sit back in my chair and pull the papers I’ve been working on all morning toward us, forgetting all about my coffee.

Becks see’s the wording I’ve sketched in my art tablet and she grins. “I told you, you were brilliant, Noelle!” She claps excitedly. “Give me the details!”

As I point to the rough sketch on the paper, I explain. “Ok, so a Christmas concert. I figured we could recruit choirs and individuals from around the area and try to have it Downtown. I can get in touch with the city officials and see when they have a date available. Christmas is in six weeks, so we’re really going to have to market the shit out of this thing. I can also call in to my radio and television contacts to get them on board. We can add them as sponsors.

“I’m also going to call into the Food Bank and see if they want to set up donation bins for non-perishables. We’ll have our own bins for things we need for the shelter and I’ll set up an account for monetary donations and provide a link that people can donate to from computers or mobile devices. We can see what restaurants and food trucks want to be out there to sell food and we’ll charge a fee and ask for a small percentage of the profits. We can also sell a few booth slots for local crafters or business people who want to bring out Christmas stuff and sell it.” Looking over all of the ideas I have laid out in front of me excitedly, I grin. “This will work and since I have pull with people in high places...” I grimace. “Dad is good for something after all.” Becks raises her brow at me and I glare at her. “I’m not too proud to call in favors.” 

Becky laughs while shaking her head at me and claps. “Not going there.” Enthusiasm fills her face. “I knew you would do it. I can make some calls, too. Between the two of us and everyone we know, we can do this. It’s not a lot of time, but that’s ok. We’re going to make it work!”

Staring at the phone next to me, I groan. “Come on 8AM,” before looking at the clock Becks recently bought (She mounted  it over the coffee pot.) that says, “It’s Never Too Early or Too Latte For a Coffee.” The spoon hands are clearly displaying the time. 7:06AM. Jumping up, I head to the pot to fill my cup and turn back to Becky. “Get your ass up, lazy bones. Go beautify that face and get dressed. We have a busy day ahead. Hell, with all we’re going to have going on, we’re going to have to recruit some help!”

Becky glares at me and circles her face with her finger, “This face needs no beautification.”

Laughing, I nod. “Yeah, I know, you lucky little bitch.”

Becks is gorgeous. She looks like a Playboy Bunny, only all of her features and her figure are genetic and God given.

She looks like our momma with her light hair, blue eyes, and bombshell body while I favor our father. I have his darker hair and eyes though I inherited the curves I rock from Momma, too.

Looks are the only thing I inherited from him. His life is nothing like mine. I choose to help the less fortunate while he’s made his name and fortune from taking advantage of them.

I’ll never be like him. And I’ll never use his money for my shelter.

Though I should.

It would be fitting. Like Robin Hood and Prince John.

Nope. Don’t even think like that for a second, Holley.

This Christmas Concert idea will work. It’s GOT to work.

Mason

Groaning in denial, I slap at the phone on the night stand, attempting to shut it up. It’s blaring with my alarm.

It cannot be 7AM already. I only went to bed like five minutes ago.

Squinting at the bright light peeking through the window, I grimace. Ok, so it’s morning. I fell asleep with the television on again last night and as I wake, I realize that the super annoying national morning program that comes on my station is on. And son of a bitch, they’re talking about the best gifts for Christmas.

It’s NOVEMBER, y’all! Thanksgiving isn’t here yet! Why are you already talking about freaking Christmas?!

If I was Thanksgiving, I’d whip Christmas’ ass! Christmas is like the little brother who gets all the attention and everyone likes more.

Stupid shit!

My foot nudges something and I lift my head to see the remote peeking out of the mangled comforter near the bottom of the bed. Using my toes, I move it up so I don’t actually have to get up. When my hand can reach it, I jab the button and smile as the bright red and green eyesore disappears from my screen.

Stretching, I groan as my muscular body pops and cracks. It looks like a pretty day. I should get up and head for a run before making my way down to the station to see what’s happening today. Glancing at the time on the FitBit covering my wrist, I nod.

Yeah, I can get in a run and have plenty of time to shower and get to work before our 10AM meeting.

I’m sure it’ll be more of the same... Christmas... Christmas... Christmas...

Gah, I hate my job this time of year.

Everyone is in the meeting room for the daily pow wow. I have a story idea I’m about to toss into the mix as soon as Theo, our news director, finishes talking.

“Mason, I’m going to want you to cover this. They are personal friends and we’ll have the inside line to the happenings and will also be on hand for the actual event.”

Huh? Shit, I wasn’t listening.

What event?

I look over to Brad for some help and the shit-eating grin on his face as he watches me has my spine straightening.

What the hell did I just get assigned to?

I nod, trying to cover the fact that I have no fucking clue what I’m supposed to be covering. “Ok. When do you want me to get started on it?”

Please give me information to clue me in so I don’t look like a total incompetent jackass.

Theo looks directly at me. “Today. We’re going to mention it at noon and then run your segment at five, six, and ten. The Joyful Noise Christmas Concert is going to be a major event for Baton Rouge and with it benefitting the Blessings House Homeless Shelter, it’s exactly the kind of feel good story that will have people coming back to us for all of the information.”

“You’ll be there quite often for the next few weeks. I want interviews with the director and employees of the shelter, the businesses that will be involved, why the shelter is important, and even individual stories of those who have benefited from it and will need its help throughout the holidays.”

A fucking Christmas Concert? Are you shitting me?

And he wants ME to be the one to get all up in this thing?

Why the hell is this happening? What did I ever do to deserve this shit?

You and me are going to have a coming to Jesus meeting, God. I don’t appreciate being thrust into the middle of the one thing I detest.

Outwardly, I nod. “On it.”

I look at Brad again and my jaw tightens as I see the genuine amusement on his face at this predicament I’m now in.

He stands and says, “We best be going, Mason. It’s already quarter to eleven. We have a busy day ahead and I bet traffic is a mess.” He tosses the keys to the van we use from hand to hand as he waits for me. His enjoyment of my discomfort makes me want to punch him in his face.

Theo affirms his decision. “Yes, you two get going. Since your main focus is Blessings House and the concert for the next while, there’s no need for you to stay around for the rest of the meeting.”

He turns back to his board, effectively letting me know the conversation is over.

As I reach the door, cussing under my breath, Theo calls out, “Keep me updated.”

I nod and mutter, “This fucking blows.”

Brad laughs. “I think it’s pretty awesome.”

I glare at him and growl, “Fuck off,” resisting the urge to flip him off in the middle of the news station.

He notices and laughs harder as he heads out of the station and to the van.

This so sucks.

Chapter Three

Noelle

I called our old neighbor, Theo, first thing, as soon as I got the approval from the city for the concert. Theo is the news director of the largest station in Baton Rouge and he was all too happy to take on our story. In fact, he had a fantastic idea to expand on it that will make it better than I imagined and probably help us raise a lot more funds.

His reporter and cameraman should be here any minute to interview me. He also let me know that I need to get familiar with them since they are going to be covering the shelter and the concert in its entirety.

Mason Christmas. I’ve seen his reports before and his smoldering good looks always have my pulse fluttering as his face fills my screen. He’s been at the station for a couple of years and I think I’ve heard he came from some station in Texas before that.

Becky is in my office with her cell phone camera, supposedly checking out how everything will look on screen. “Move that vase thing to the left. It’s blocking my view of you.”

I do as she asks, but mutter, “Becky, I’m fairly certain that your camera phone and a professional news organizations camera are not even close to the same thing.”

She laughs, “I know that. But I can get a general idea and that’s less shit we’ll have to move once they get here and set up.” She look around at my inviting and comfortable office. “Why are you wanting to do it in here anyway? Shouldn’t you be in the shelter or something for this?”

A soft and timid voice from the hall calls out, “Miss Noelle... Miss Becky... Um, someone is here to talk to one of you about becoming a volunteer.”

Becky looks out of the door and smiles as she greets one of the patrons of the shelter who has been helping at the desk. She says, “Thank you, Melissa.”

I can see Melissa over Becky’s shoulder and I also smile at her. “Thank you, Melissa. I’ll be out in just a second. Can you give them an application and make a copy of their driver’s license while I finish up?”

Melissa nods, “Yes, Ma’am,” and scurries back up toward the lobby of the shelter. I sigh, “She’s doing so much better, but she’s still so nervous.”

Becks nods sadly. “Yeah. It’s going to take a bit I think. At least she’s talking to us now. It’s got to be hard to have your husband wipe out your bank account and leave you and your kids with no way to pay rent or your bills. I would be scared to death, too, if everything I ever had was suddenly ripped away.”

This is why this concert is so important. Melissa and those like her from various situations deserve a safe place to stay, enough food to nourish them, and even a few small luxuries.

This is exactly why this concert will be a success.

Failure is not an option here. Too many people are counting on us.

We can’t let them down.

We won’t let them down.

I won’t let them down.

Looking at Becky, I ask. “Yeah. I’ll go talk to the volunteer, ok? Can you finish up with whatever you’re trying to do in here?”

She salutes me and nods. “Yup. It’s under control. Go ahead. That dreamy reporter should be here any minute anyway.”

A slight twinge of jealousy pings in my stomach at her words.

Oh, hell no. I don’t even know Mason Christmas. Sure, he’s nice to look at and I certainly enjoy his face on my nightly news, but he’s nothing to me.

Of course Becks thinks he’s dreamy. He IS dreamy.

I also know that once he sees her, I’ll practically be invisible.

Whatever, Noelle. Not like it matters. He’s going to cover the story.

That’s it.

Whatever other foolishness you’re suddenly deluding yourself over... stop it. Right now.

It’s not like I’m even looking for a love prospect anyway!

Laughing at myself, I walk down the hall and into the lobby. Glancing around, I see the groups of people consisting of those staying here and some of our volunteers working on the things I’ve assigned them for the concert and the promotion. I have flyers being delivered this afternoon and they’ll start distributing them throughout the city. Several people are making phone calls to local businesses and restaurants to ask if they’d like to be a part of the Joyful Noise Christmas Concert. When I checked just now, we already had five corporate sponsors and six vendors wanting a food booth. We’ve only been at it for a couple of hours!

This is so going to work.

My eyes widen as I see the petite redhead wearing a matching bright red dress and glittery gold flats standing near the desk. I can’t help but smile as I see the first genuine, lighthearted smile on Melissa’s face I’ve witnessed since she’s been here. A light, musical laugh echoes throughout the room and the woman responsible for the smile turns. As she sees me, she gives me the most welcoming smile I’ve ever seen. I instantly feel... joy. Crossing the room, I walk over to her.

As I reach the desk, I smile at Melissa and for the first time, she smiles back without hesitation. Warmth at the moment fills my chest. Looking down at the small woman in front of me, I nod. “Hello, I’m Noelle. I’m the director of Blessings House. How can I help you?”

The small woman grins at me as if she’s knows me and then looks around the room before once again smiling at me. “Hello, Noelle. I’m Joy and I’m here to volunteer. Are you in need of any help for the holidays?”

Joy, huh? How fitting a name for this tiny woman.

Why yes. Yes, we certainly are.

Why does it seem as if I know this woman?

I nod and my eyes search her face, trying to place her. She seems like the perfect fit for us.

Slow down, Noelle. Follow procedure.

“Yes, we’re always looking for help, but we certainly won’t turn it down over the holidays. We actually have a very big event coming up that we only got approval for this morning. Things are about to get very chaotic, more so than normal around here.” I smile at her again and reach for the application I see sitting on the counter, along with a photo copy of her ID. No driver’s license...

Well, not everyone drives, Noelle.

I ask, “Would you mind if I look over this right quick?”

Joy shakes her head and laughs musically again. “Not at all. Please do. I can start immediately.”

I look over everything and it all seems legit. The box at the bottom is checked allowing us to run a background check.

“Are you alright with us running the background check?”

Joy laughs and her eyes seem to twinkle. “I certainly am.”

Of course they aren’t really twinkling, Noelle. It’s just the fluorescent lights out here.

Shaking my head, I nod again and head behind the desk to enter all of her information into the computer before submitting it. It takes several minutes and as I wait for the results of the background check, I watch her interact with Melissa. She seems so lighthearted. So comfortable. Joy has a very welcoming and comforting presence. She would do wonderful here.

The computer dings, alerting me that the results are ready to be viewed. I look over them and smile when everything checks out. Raising my head, I meet Joy’s kind eyes. “Everything checks out perfectly. If you’re serious about starting immediately, I can certainly put you to work. Just let Melissa know when you think you’ll be able to come in and she can enter it into the computer. If ever you can’t come in on your day or you just don’t want to, it’s totally ok. And if you choose to discontinue your volunteering at any time, that is also fine. We just ask that you give us a heads up if you’re able.”

Joy smiles brightly. “All of that is perfectly acceptable. I can come daily from now through Christmas. Just let me know where you’d like me and what you’d like me to do.”

My brows draw together. “You want to come every day for almost six weeks?”

Joy nods. “Of course. I can’t help with the mission if I’m not here.”

What a strange statement.

I choose not to overthink it and instead be grateful for the help. “Well, ok. But if you want a break or need some time away, feel free to take it. This is all volunteer. We can’t pay you.”

Joy nods. “I know that. I have no need of your money.”

Huh? Is she rich or something?

Don’t overthink it, Noelle. Just accept the help!

“Ok, then. I appreciate your help. If you’re comfortable with it, would you mind taking a few pages from the list of people we’re contacting? We need to call all of them to let them know about the concert and ask if they’d like to be a part of it in any way?”

In answer, Joy asks Melissa for a few pages. “I’m certain I can convince some of them to participate. It’s a wonderful cause and will be a fantastic event. After all, it’s a blessing to bless others.”

Mason

Thankfully Brad found some parking behind the shelter that we were able to squeeze into. Otherwise, we’d have had to park at the garage farther Downtown and walk five blocks. All of the street parking Downtown is full, but then again it’s the middle of the day on a weekday. All of those employed by the offices and businesses down here grab that parking before the sun comes up most days.

Brad slides the back door open and unloads his gear while I reach for my bag. It contains my microphone, portable mics with battery packs, and a few other essentials. After slinging it over my shoulder, I straighten my shirt and walk to the drive to wait for him. Within seconds, he’s beside me and together we walk up the small alley. We both look up at the exterior of the shelter. It’s a concrete building with three floors. It’s much bigger than I expected. I’m almost embarrassed to say that in all the years I lived here and since being back, I’ve never even driven past it. Though, I’ve frequented several of the bars and restaurants just two streets over.

Brad curiously asks, “Have you ever been here?”

Shaking my head, I answer him. “Nope. I was just thinking that I haven’t even driven past it though I’ve been all around it.” Turning my head, I ask him, “Have you?”

“No, I haven’t. I didn’t even know it was here.” He sounds surprised. He smiles. “You ready to go get all wrapped up in Christmas and goodwill toward man?”

I mutter, “I’m ready to get the story. I’ll do my job. I’ll do an awesome job, because that’s what I do, but the rest... not interested. So, don’t go getting any ideas.” I walk past him and follow the small opening to the sidewalk that leads to the front of the building.

His laugh trails behind me. I choose to ignore him.

When I get to the front of the building, I look at it with my reporter’s eye, looking for the best angle to shoot it from. Brad stops beside me. “You want to do an intro from out here with the shelter in the back?”

He knows me so well. This is why we’re a team. We understand each other and work perfectly together. I nod. “It looks like the light is better from the right. What do you think?”

He agrees and we set up. It only takes a few minutes to grab the money shot before Brad signals me that I’m done. As he lowers the camera, I replace my microphone in the bag at my feet and stand. While he finishes recapping his lens, my gaze drifts to the doors of the shelter, trying to get a glimpse of what’s inside. The tint is really too dark to see much of anything though I can see shadows moving about inside.

I see Brad step up beside me and reach for the door handle. He calls out, “Let’s do this, Mason.” As it opens and the air from inside mingles with the outside air, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wafts out. That’s unexpected.

What did you think it would smell like? Mold and decay?

Shaking my head, I step inside and look around.

Wow. This is nice. Not that I know what a shelter is supposed to look like, but I didn’t think it would look like this. It looks more like a neighborhood coffee shop than a shelter.

There are people occupying comfortable looking couches and chairs along one wall.  There’s also a large bookcase, filled with books, creating a welcoming area to read or just relax. In another corner of the room, there are a few worn, but comfortable looking tables, also filled with people. Off toward the windows that line the street, even more people are in a large carpeted area of the room, working on what appear to be posters. In the very middle of the room, in front of the doors, but set back a ways, is a large counter with two women in front of it and another behind the desk.

One of the women in front of the desk is very petite and wearing a fire engine red dress with hair not much lighter in color while the other is taller with dark hair, pulled into a low ponytail, and a centerfold ready body that is hugged by a black shirt and well-worn jeans. Her feet are adorned with comfortable sneakers. The woman behind the desk is a few years older and has the look of someone with the weight of the world on her shoulders. She must be the director.

Is the striking brunette one of the people staying here?

Why does that matter, Mason?!

Focus.

The women must hear the door open because all three turn to look at us as we walk in. The small redhead looks me over and smiles as if she has a secret. The woman behind the desk appears to be nervous. But the tall woman I was just admiring looks at me and her eyes widen while her mouth forms a small “o”. Her gaze travels over me and I react as if she just ran her hands over my body. I’m unable to tear my eyes from her.

What the hell?

She recovers before I do and smiles slightly. I see her inhale and exhale quickly before she heads in our direction. When she reaches us, she holds out her hand. I just stare at it. I can’t move. She frowns slightly and lowers it. She smiles again. “Mr. Christmas, I’m Noelle Holley. Theo has gotten you up to speed? Thank you for coming out.”

SHE’S the chick who runs this place?

This beautiful woman is who I’m interviewing and will be around for the next month and a half!?

Mason, what the fuck are you doing? You’re being rude.

She frowns at me before once again regaining her composure. She holds her palms out to encompass the room since I just basically refused to shake her hand. “Welcome to Blessings House. I’m so happy you’re going to be working with us to get the word out about the shelter and the Joyful Noise Christmas Concert.”

Right! The Christmas Concert... that’s why I’m here.

Son of a bitch.

What is wrong with me?

Chapter Four

Noelle

Why am I rambling? He’s not reacting to anything I do or say?

What’s going on?

Did he notice my reaction to him? Did he see me checking him out? Did I offend him?

Should I keep talking? Is he just going to stand there?

Shit!

Finally, Mason shakes his head as if he’s trying to get his bearings. He smiles at me though his eyes are wary as he watches me.

Crap! He did see me ogling him.

I didn’t mean to. But the television does not prepare you for how sexy this man really is.

Holy hell. My panties are wet and he hasn’t said a damn word to me. In fact, he kind of blew me off.

Maybe I can call Theo and ask for someone else to cover this. Though he said Mason is the best man for this job.

Ugh...

“Miss Holley. It’s nice to meet you. I apologize. I’m being rude. Yes, I’m Mason Christmas.” He nods at the good looking, light skinned black man standing next to him. “This is Brad. I understand that you have quite an event coming up and we have the privilege of covering the entire thing.” He gestures to himself and Brad. “We’ll be around a lot for the next few weeks according to Theo. Are you ok with that?”

Am I ok with that?

Ok with what?

My reaction to him or pretending that it’s not there?

It’s my turn to be rude. I know I should answer him, but my internal freak out has me incapacitated at the moment.

Thankfully, Becky chooses this exact minute to wander up. I feel her at my side and turn wide, beseeching eyes to her.

Help me, dammit!

I see that she understands that I’m incapable of speech, but she has no idea why. Her brow briefly furrows but then she smiles at Joy and Melissa before turning to both men. She looks Mason over and murmurs, “Hello. Well, I must tell you, Mr. Christmas, television doesn’t do you justice. You’re much more attractive in the flesh.”

My eyes flash to her as if to say, “What the hell are you doing?” and my stomach tightens again.

Oh, dear God. What is wrong with me?

She widens her eyes innocently and I swallow the urge to growl at her. Her attention settles on the man with the camera.

The cameraman I’m assuming?!

Sheesh, what happened to your brain cells, Noelle?

Of course he’s a cameraman. He’s holding a freaking camera!

Becky smiles at him and I’m taken aback. Whoa, this is the “I’m very interested,” smile. The “you better watch your ass cause I want you,” smile. Not that he’s not sexy. He is. He kind of looks like a romance book model, but not like a Fabio. More like the men who are on the cover of GQ, not the dudes who pose in banana hammocks and make me want to throw up in my mouth.

I just figured she’d be more interested in Mason than in his super sexy sidekick.

She reaches out and lightly lays her hand on Brad’s arm. His eyes flick down before looking back at her. “I’m Becky. I’m Noelle’s sister and I am the co-director here. I also handle most of the PR, so whatever you need, you just let me know. I’m your girl.” The flirtation is obvious to me so I know that it has to be evident to them, too.

Brad smiles back at her and I see matching interest in his eyes. “I’m Brad. I’m Mason’s cameraman. I’ll keep that in mind, ma’am.”

Ma’am? She’s like twenty four.

Becky laughs and turns to me. I see the fire burning in her eyes.

Oh, mercy... that man is in trouble.

I can’t dwell on that though. And I can’t give her hell about it when I’m trying too hard to remember how to breathe and form a coherent sentence in Mason Christmas’ presence.

Brad looks away from Becky to smile at me. “We need to get a short piece to run tonight. We’ve already shot the exterior of the shelter and the intro but we need some inside footage and then Mason can ask you some questions about the shelter and why you’re putting on the concert. Where would be the best place to shoot the interview part?”

I blink. “Um, we can do that in my office if that would work? Or out here. Wherever you think would be best.” Sanity returns to me since I’m talking to Brad and not Mason. “You’re the experts in this. I’ll trust you.”

He nods at me and then looks at Mason, who has stayed quiet through all of this. “Where do you want to shoot?”

Mason has a weird look on his face, but it disappears at the question and I practically see the wheels in his head turning as he tries to work out the best angle. He looks all around and then nods. “I think in here is best. We can get the people working in the background. Maybe with the couches and bookcase?” He’s thinking out loud and I’m fascinated. “We can focus on Miss Holley. It is Miss? Or Mrs?”

Uh, is he asking if I’m single?

I nod. “It’s Miss.”

He nods at me and goes on as if he wasn’t that interested in actually knowing the answer to his question. “With the focus on Miss Holley and the figures behind her just being an accent, I think it’ll add to the piece. Thoughts?”

Well, ok then. Yup, not even slightly interested.

Brad nods and looks at Mason. “Perfect. I agree. Let me get set up and you can prep Miss Holley with what you’ll ask and talk about. I’ll call you over when I’m ready for you.”

Mason acknowledges that he agrees with him and turns to face me. I see Becky walking off with her hand on Brad’s forearm, asking questions.

Well, those two are obviously attracted to each other.

Whatever, Noelle. Not why they’re here and this is even better. No distractions to take away from the story.

Cocking my head to the side, I look at Mason as he squats down to open his bag. He takes out a tiny microphone attached to a box with some wires. Holding out the small part between his fingers he says, “Ok, Miss Holley, let’s get you mic’d up. Can you slide this under your shirt and clip this part to your neckline? The wires will be hidden under the material and this part,” the large box is held up, “clips to the waistband of your pants in the back.

I shake my head. “No.”

His mouth drops and a look of confusion crosses his face. “No? No, you can’t clip this on?”

Smiling at him, I lightly laugh. “Nope. I sure can’t. Not while you’re calling me Miss Holley. My name is Noelle and if we’re going to be spending a lot of time together, I think Noelle is what you should call me, don’t you?”

He freezes and then smiles.

My heart starts pounding like a freight train.

He nods again and a devastating smile fills his face. “I can do that... Noelle. And please call me Mason.”

Oh boy... that smile... that face... Mason Christmas is going to mess with my mojo... Nothing I can do about that.

Lord help me.

Mason

Noelle just threw me for a loop when she said “no”. I was like, “Wait, she’s not going to let me interview her?! Then why the hell am I here?”

Then, she got all throaty and sexy and downright flirty and asked me to call her Noelle so how could I not have her call me Mason?

They’re just names, dumbass.

I’m trying not to stare as she slips the mic up from under her shirt, but a smooth sliver of her stomach shows and my body reacts.

Yeah, because you’ve never seen a woman’s stomach before.

Jesus, Mason.

She clips the mic on and then reaches behind her to clip on the battery. When she’s done, she looks at me. “Is this right? Is it in the correct place?”

A better place would be you wrapped in my arms with my mouth devouring yours and us getting naked.

STOP IT!

I don’t even talk like that so what the hell is happening? I don’t even know this woman.

Am I having a mental breakdown from all of the Christmas bullshit being thrust upon me?!

Like you would turn down a chance to see this gorgeous woman naked, Mason.

Stop lying to yourself.

And stop talking to yourself!

I clear my throat and shake my head to clear it. I have a damn job to do and if this is how it’s starting, this is going to be the longest six weeks of my life!

“Actually, it needs to be moved a little to the left. Just slightly off center.” I point at it and she moves it. “A little bit more. No, too much.”

She laughs and sighs. “Um, do you think you can move it? You know where it should be and with me moving it, we’re playing Hot/Cold.”

Oh, Noelle. All of me is hot and none of me is cold right now.

But, I nod. “Sure can.” My fingers close over the small microphone and quickly move it, while I attempt desperately not to touch her skin. Once it’s in place, I drop my hands. “There you go. Perfect.”

Looking down at my notecard with all of the pertinent info, I quickly reread it before looking back at her. “Ok, let me go over the stuff I’ll ask you so you won’t be caught off guard. I’ll do the intro on what you’re putting together. The date and time will be given and then I’ll mention that it’s for the Blessings House and the Food Bank will also accept donations for non-perishables. I’ll then ask you why you’re putting on the concert, who can be involved, where they can contact to be a part of it or make donations, and then finally I’ll lead into the fact that this will be an ongoing story for the next several weeks.” I smile at her. “I’ll be off to the side and only my profile will be in camera view while I’m talking to you, but when you’re answering, talk to me and don’t look directly at the camera. Any questions?”

She chuckles. “I’m kind of nervous. I’m a go getter and not at all shy, but the fact that this is such a big deal and we need it so much has my nerves shot to shit.” A blush forms over her cheekbones and she blurts out, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cuss.”

Her blush makes her even more beautiful. I laugh to stop that train of thought. “Don’t worry about it. I cuss, too. Like a sailor. Just not on camera. I’m not Howard Stern and I’d lose my job.”

She laughs again. “True.”

Brad calls over, “Y’all ready? I’m all set up over here. Becky helped me get the light right.”

Becky?

The tone of my friend’s voice has my brows raising. He’s obviously a little smitten with the blonde vixen and is only too happy to reciprocate her flirtation. If Noelle wasn’t here and she hadn’t already captivated me, I might have been offended at being so obviously overlooked by the stunning blonde.

Blondes don’t do it for you, not anymore. No thank you!

And the brunette standing in front of me is striking in her natural and seemingly effortless beauty.

Ignoring all thoughts of that, I nod at Brad. “We are.”

Noelle walks with me across the room and as I take my place in front of Brad, I point to where I want her. “This good, Brad? Do we need to move left, right, forward, or backward?”

He looks through the lens and makes some adjustments as I look over my shoulder. “Stay where you are, Mason. Lighting is perfect. Let’s do the interview and then we’ll move a bit to get your intro and closing.”

Nodding at him, I mutter, “Ok then, count me off when you’re ready.”

As Brad makes a few more tweaks, I look at Noelle. “You ready?”

She nods and then Brad is calling out. “And we’re going in five, four, three, two, one...”

She nails it. About ten minutes later, I’m once again facing the camera while Brad films. We finish up and he packs up his equipment while I repack my bag. Noelle unclips the mic and hands it to me. As I roll it, I find myself asking her a question. “So, since we’re going to be spending so much time together and this story is basically my job throughout the holiday, would you like to meet up for dinner or a coffee? You can give me all the details and I can sort of get an idea on where to go next with it. Are you free tonight?”

Did I just ask her that for the story or is there also an ulterior motive in there somewhere?

Chapter Five

Noelle

Did he just ask me out? Did Mason Christmas just ask me on a date? Or is this just research for the story?

No way he just asked me out. He made it quite clear he wasn’t interested and didn’t care that I was single.

Don’t overthink it, Noelle. He is giving you NO sign that he’s interested and you don’t have time for distractions anyway.

Business. Just keep it professional and ignore the fact that he’s like bacon dipped in chocolate to a fluffy bitch!

A slight move to our left has me looking away from him. Joy, the new volunteer, is standing there. “I can stay tonight and help with dinner or whatever. Melissa has said she’ll show me the ropes.”

I blink, “Um, are you sure? It’s only your first day. I don’t want to burn you out and have you not want to come back. It’s my night to help with dinner.”

Joy smiles at me again. “I don’t mind. Really. I wouldn’t have offered if I did. Besides, you need a break and this story is important, right? A lot is counting on this being successful, so have dinner with Mr. Christmas and discuss. I’ll be just fine.”

Is she pushing me to go out to dinner with him? It feels like she is.

And why is the thought of a “date” with Mason Christmas so exciting?

It’s not a date, Noelle!

Mason smiles at Joy. “Thank you.” He looks at me and his brow quirks. “So, dinner then?” His voice sounds a little husky.

IS this a date?

Looking around the room, I take everything in and then look at him and nod. “Sure. Dinner sounds nice. I’ll tell you all about what we do here and why this concert is so important.”

See, that was totally professional sounding. He has no idea that Little Drummer Boy is playing in my chest.

He nods. “Ok, great. I’ll have to lead into my piece at five and six, but I can be out of the station by six twenty or so and pick you up here. Or you can meet me somewhere? Where would you like to go?”

Um, I don’t even care.

I shrug. “I eat everything. I’m not picky. I can meet you so you don’t have to come all the way back down here.”

He laughs. “The station is literally ten minutes away. It’s not that far. Unless you’re more comfortable meeting me. I mean, you don’t know me. I’m safe though. I promise.”

What is happening? I’m not scared of him. He thinks I’m nervous being somewhere alone with him? Like a vehicle? I’m just trying to be cool here.

You’re failing miserably, Noelle.

Yeah, now you have the man thinking you’re scared to get in a car with him.

Good job!

I stutter, “What? Nnnnnnnn–– No. It’s not that. I just don’t want you to go out of your way. That’s all.”

Before I can say anything else, Joy interrupts. “There’s a little grill a couple of blocks over. I just overheard a couple of the other volunteers talking about how good it was. Why don’t you just meet her here and you two can walk there, Mason?”

Becky and Brad walk back over and Becky asks coyly, “Oh, where are you two walking to?”

I mumble. “Oh, to dinner. At the grill. To talk about the piece and all.” I see Brad’s brows raise at Mason and he shakes his head in response.

Oh... so this is not a date.

It’s a business thing.

Ok, then. That’s for the best. I don’t need to be distracted with daydreams of Mason Christmas. I have enough on my plate with providing a Christmas for those here already!

Mason nods at Becky. “Yes, just to dinner. Since this is my job for the next few weeks, I need to be as informed as I can be. The more I know, the better I can make the pieces. And the better the pieces are, the more money you’ll raise for your shelter.”

Well, ouch. If I did have any illusions on what this might have been they were just firmly cleared up.

Business it is.

Great!

Mason looks back at me. “Ok, so I’ll be back here between six forty-five and seven. Or as close to that as I can get here, depending on traffic. Sound good?”

I nod. “Sure does. See you then. Thanks.”

Before he can see the disappointment on my face that I’m not even sure why it’s there, I turn and head back toward my office. I wave over my shoulder as I walk, “Thanks for coming out today.”

I don’t stop walking until I reach my office and then I lean against the wall and sigh.

My eyes are closed and I’m trying to convince myself that wasn’t as weird as I know it was when I feel someone stop beside me. Cracking my eyes open, I peek up and see my sister. She’s smirking at me. “So... you’re having dinner with the sexy reporter tonight, are you?”

Opening my eyes, I glare at her. “I’m having a business dinner with him, yes. You heard him. It’s for the story. No other reason. Stop smirking at me like that.”

She clucks her tongue and laughs. “Uh huh. So, you don’t want to have him jingle your bells then?”

My eyes widen and I laugh at her idiocy. “What the hell are you even talking about? What bells is he supposed to jingle?”

She grabs her full chest and squeezes her boobs. “Oh, sis. You have so many things he can jingle. Time to shine the ornaments.”

The laugh that escapes me causes her to grin harder. I retort through my laughter, “You’re completely ridiculous. No bells will be jingled. No ornaments will be shined. No trees will be fluffed.” I mock glare at her and point. “It’s business. He wants to know about the shelter and the concert. You heard him. He’s not interested in anything else and neither am I! I have enough on my plate with making sure we can give these people counting on us a Christmas. I don’t want or need any additional Christmas of my own!”

Becks laughs and turns to plop into the chair in front of my desk. “Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that, sis. You most definitely do want some of that Christmas that just left here. Hell, not that I blame you. He’s one fine present. Though, I’m thinking I’m going to have some café au lait in my stocking... you know I like milk with my coffee.

“Hell, forget the stocking. Do not pass ‘Go’, just head directly to my bed for Christmas.

“Damn, that man is fine as hell.”

I snicker. “You are not right. You sound like a hoochie. Poor, Brad.”

Becks glares at me. “Poor Brad nothing. Hell, Noelle. We both work so hard for everyone else. We deserve a little something for ourselves. And you know that for all my talk if I’m interested in someone, I’m interested. Hoochie my ass. You know how long it’s been since anyone has unwrapped this gift?!”

Oh, I know. And it’s been even longer for me.

I nod at her. “I know. I just like to pick on you. I’m the big sister, that’s my job. You’re not a hoochie.”

She laughs. “Yup, I know.” She looks me over and I see the “I’m up-to-something” look come over her face.

I shake my head. “No. Whatever you’re thinking... The answer is no.”

She smirks again. “Yeah, right. Like you can tell me no.

“So, what are you going to wear tonight?”

I point at my clothes. “This. What else?”

Her lips purse and she shakes her head. “I think not. We can do better than that. Time to make the present undeniable.”

I roll my eyes and moan.

Mason

Brad laughs as I open my desk drawer and grab the keys to my truck. “Just dinner, huh?”

Ignoring his goading, I nod. “Yup. I’ll be back here by nine-thirty. Just dinner to learn what I need to know.”

He grins at me again and checks his phone. “Mind if I grab a ride with you? Becky just invited me to join her for dinner at the shelter, too.”

My head raises and I stare at him. “Becky did? So, you’re interested in her? Because you know that for the next six weeks, we’re there all the time. If you’re not really interested, don’t go. I don’t need some pissed off female making our job harder than it needs to be.”

He glares at me. “You know me, man. I don’t play with women. I rarely date. I’m interested and if things don’t work out with Becky and me, then I can still do my job. I’m not that guy.” He points at me. “Why? Are you interested?”

Am I interested? In Becky?

“Interested in Becky?”

Brad chuckles and stands. “No, I know you aren’t interested in Becky. Blondes aren’t your thing and you barely even noticed her today. But Becky’s big sister is a beautiful woman and I know she threw you off your game earlier. So, are you really worried about me... or are you trying to warn yourself off of the other delectable Miss Holley?” He smirks. “Oh, I didn’t miss the way you snuck that ‘Is it Miss or Mrs?’ in there, man.”

Shit!

I was hoping against hope that no one caught that.

I sigh. “I’m not warning myself off anything. I’m not interested. I’m only in it for the story. This story is my job and since she’s a big part of the story, she’s my job. That’s it.”

Yet, that’s a damn lie.

Brad stares at me and then shakes his head as he just looks at me until I can’t help but glance away. “Ok, whatever. I’m not arguing with you. But, can I ride down with you?”

He gave that up really easily.

Too easily.

I watch him as I nod and close my hand around my keys. “Yup. Let’s go.”

We leave the station and he jumps into the passenger seat as I crank the engine. After circling the parking lot, I pull out and head up the street to get back to the shelter.

How crazy that it’s literally right there and I had no idea.

I suppose it’s true that people generally ignore things that don’t directly affect them.

Brad and I chat about the LSU game this weekend while I drive. Within ten minutes, I’m back at the shelter. There’s a parking spot right in front of it and with some quick maneuvering, I take it.  As I park, I look at the front of the building. If I wouldn’t know it was a shelter, I’d think it was another office building. The lights are on in the downstairs and a few windows are lit on the upper two floors. With the sky darkening, you can actually see into the building and I’m once again taken aback by how warm and inviting it looks. I can see people on the couches, in the chairs, and at the tables. Again I’m reminded of a coffee shop.

It’s pretty remarkable what these two young women have done here. The number of people at the shelter, both women, and kids, causes a pang to hit my chest though.

What happened to these families to have them come here? Why are they not safe within their own homes? What have they endured to find themselves here?

Brad sighs and my head turns to look at him. He’s also looking into the windows. He says quietly, “So many kids... So many people in need. Thank God they have a place like this to come to.”

I nod. “Yeah. I can’t believe I never even knew it was here.”

He looks over at me and claps my shoulder. “Well, now we do. And we’re going to make sure others know, too. We have the power to help, so we’re going to help.”

Turning off the truck, I reach for the door and step out. He follows and we walk to the front door.

Pulling on it, it doesn’t budge. It’s locked. Eyes turn toward the door and then the petite redhead from earlier appears in the glass with a smile. The lock clicks and the door opens. “Mr. Christmas. Welcome back. Come on in.”

Brad steps in behind me and she smiles at him. “Hello, again.”

Becky walks from around the desk and meets us while Joy relocks the door. I turn to look at it and Becky smiles. “Once it gets dark, we lock the doors. We lock up down here around eight and everyone heads upstairs for the night.” She points to the large man that looks like a bouncer standing at the other end of the room. “That’s Nick.” He nods at us in greeting and waves. “Nick or one of our other two night watchmen are down here every night. They keep an eye on the place, and when necessary, they get new people situated until either myself or Noelle can get here. We are the only two people that can check anyone into or out of the shelter.”

A warm voice comes from the right, near the desk, and I turn toward it. “We don’t take people in off the street. We’re a little different than most of the other shelters.” Noelle smiles at me and gestures around the room. “We take people and families in from the other shelters around the city. Though, we only accept women and children here. They’re all vetted before they’re brought here. We take in those who find themselves in situations beyond their control. Drugs and alcohol are not allowed here and everyone must pass a drug test before they’re allowed to stay. We don’t place limits on them, but we do require the women to work or learn a skill and we help them find employment so that they can get back on their feet. The children are required to attend school. Everyone helps out here. There are chores and tasks assigned to everyone. But, we don’t kick anyone out until they’re ready to leave. Most people only stay with us a few weeks. Some stay a bit longer. The longest was four months. But it works and everyone feels safe while getting the things they need.

“We rely solely on grants and donations though and this year has been harder than most.” She smiles and points to the massive poster advertising the Joyful Noise Christmas Concert on the table. I nod as I find myself completely transfixed by Noelle. She’s changed her clothes. She’s still wearing the jeans she had on earlier, but she’s now wearing a bright purple shirt that slides down her arm, exposing one slender shoulder while her feet are encased in sexy brown boots that reach her knees. “That’s why this concert event is so important. I don’t want to have to turn anyone away and with it being Christmas... the children here deserve to experience the magic of the season. It’s not their fault they’re here.”

I’m not fan of Christmas, but I also don’t think children should be penalized because adults in their lives fall on hard times.

Brad claps his hands and I blink with a jolt. My eyes leave Noelle and turn to him. He tries to cover a smirk. “You promised me dinner, Becky.”

She nods, “I did. So, let’s go make it.”

Brad throws his head back and laughs. “We’re making dinner? I’m a fantastic cook, you know.”

Becky laughs back and pulls him toward a door in the far left corner. “Prove it.”

Noelle and I are left standing in the room, surrounded by people, but seemingly alone. She clears her throat and looks at the door. “Um, so do you want to go to the grill or would you like to stay here...”

I blink again and smile. “Well, I asked you to dinner, so I think we should head to the grill. We can catch dinner here another night.”

Another night?

What are you doing, Mason?

Business... just business...

Oh, shut the hell up.

Chapter Six

Noelle

Another night? We can have dinner here another night?

What does that mean?

Nodding, I smile at Mason nervously. “Ok, great.” We walk to the door side by side. As we reach it, Nick is there to unlock it. He nods at both of us. “Stay alert. Watch your surroundings, Noelle.” His voice is protective and I smile at him. “Will do. Thanks, Nick. We’ll be back in a bit.”

I see a slight tightening of Mason’s jaw before it’s gone.

I must have imagined it.

We walk two blocks toward the river before crossing the street and walking another block. The fountains and square are directly in front of us and I stop for a second to watch the red and green lights reflecting in the water. Garland and twinkling lights are wrapped around the light posts and give the spot a perfect dose of holiday cheer. Christmas carols are piping through the speakers and drifting on the breeze. Smiling, I tilt my head and watch the magical display. The coolness of the evening sneaks up on me and I shiver slightly. The weather is cooperating and the air is crisp. Louisiana holidays aren’t like the rest of the country.

It’s not cold by far, I mean it’s Louisiana, but it’s cooler than normal and with my exposed shoulder, I have a slight chill. Mason asks gruffly, “Cold? We should get inside. I don’t have a jacket.”

Turning my head, I nod. “I didn’t think to grab a sweater, either. I’m not cold. It’s just a little cool. I love it though. I hope it sticks around for the holidays.” He watches me with a strange expression on his face before nodding at the doors to the restaurant. I follow as he leads and within seconds, we’re inside.

We’re led to a table near the windows immediately. I face them as he sits with his back to them and mumbles something under his breath. “Would you like to switch sides, Mason? Or would you like to sit on this side, too, so you can see the display?”

He quickly looks up and shakes his head. “No. I’m fine over here.”

Damn, ok then.

No need to be so blunt about not wanting to be near me.

My face must show a glimmer of the hurt that flared at his rebuttal. He exhales rapidly and says, “I’m sorry. That probably came out wrong. I wasn’t insinuating that I didn’t want to sit near you, Noelle.” He sighs. “I’m just not a fan of Christmas.”

My mouth falls open and I feel my eyes widen as I stare at him. “You don’t like Christmas? Are you serious? Why? Who doesn’t like Christmas?” My hands fly up and cover my mouth as I exclaim through my fingers. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. That was so rude of me.”

He chuckles. “It’s ok. I get it from Brad all the time.” Turning his head, he looks out the window and then back at me. “I just don’t. Christmas hasn’t really been all that good to me.” He laughs harshly. “Add my name to that and it’s like a double whammy. I’ve been screwed with my entire life for my name and when your name is Christmas and you don’t actually care for Christmas... well, it sucks.”

Christmas hasn’t been all that good to him? What does that mean?

How can he not like Christmas?

Don’t pry, Noelle.

Trying desperately not to ask the questions I really want to ask, I nod. “Well, ok. I won’t pretend to understand that. I love Christmas. It’s my favorite time of the year. I’ve always loved it, but with having the shelter, I love it even more. Something about it just warms my soul. It’s like no matter what else happens, some part of people always opens up to embrace the holidays. It’s like magic.”

Mason snorts and his lips twist. “You seriously think that Christmas brings the good out of people? Really? What about those who lie, steal, cheat, kill, drink and drive? What about those who count on people like you and take advantage of it?

“No, Christmas doesn’t bring shit out of people. Most people only care about what’s under the tree. They don’t care how it got there or what people had to do to put it there. People are selfish year round, but especially at Christmas.”

Wow, he’s really bitter.

What happened to him at Christmas?

I sigh and fold my napkin. “I’m sorry you feel that way. Whatever happened to make you so cynical must have been terrible.” His eyes flash and he glares at me. His nostrils flare and his lips are white. I can see him practically biting his tongue. “I’m not trying to push your buttons, Mason. And you are entitled to your opinion and your privacy. I happen to love Christmas though. I choose to see the good in people and I think Christmas helps people do that. Sure, for some people, it’s about the presents and the pomp and circumstance. But for most people, it’s genuinely a time to reflect on what they have and share what they can with their fellow man.

“Are there bad apples in the bunch? Hell yes, there are. Doing what I do, I see and hear all about the bad. But I’ve never once had a single person in my shelter who didn’t leave with the belief that deep down, most people are good.

“Life is what you make of it, Mason.”

I probably shouldn’t have given him the speech that I use in the shelter. But I believe it. I believe that people are inherently good. And I think that Christmas is the time when people can be reminded of that fact.

Maybe Mason can be reminded of that by doing his story.

Maybe that’s why he’s here with me right now. Maybe Mason is just another person that can find themselves again thanks to the Blessings House.

Mason

Noelle loves Christmas. I can clearly see that.

I hate it. And nothing will change that.

But that’s neither here nor there. We’re here, at dinner, to get to know each other and for her to educate me about the shelter.

I can see that she is a genuine person and she believes what she’s saying.

I just believe differently.

Another reason to push whatever attraction is here between us away.

I’m not here for anything but the story and we would never work anyway.

I nod at her. “Life is what you make of it. You’re right. And I’ve made a great career for myself. That career is going to help you get what you want from this concert. Together, we’ll have this event become the most talked about event of the season.” I lift my glass and close my fingers around the condensation. “Here’s to a successful concert and fundraiser.”

Noelle takes a sip of her own water before setting her glass down. She nods. “Thank you, Mason. I appreciate that.” She sounds sad though.

We talk about the shelter and what her hopes for the concert are as we eat. She tells me that in one day, she’s gotten a date for the event, a massive tree that will be donated and decorated on the levee, twelve corporate sponsors with several more getting back to her by tomorrow, many food vendors, and several tents worth of craft vendors.

Her voice lifts with her excitement as she describes the layout and lineup she’s envisioned. “We’ve already contacted a lot of the local high schools and churches to let them know we’re accepting acts for the concert. Becky is friends with several local bands that have followings and two of them have already committed to playing at the event as well. We have representatives from several of the local radio stations coming out and, of course, you’re going to be covering everything for the station. We’re sort of on retainer with them so they, well, you, get all of the inside scoop, but the other stations have agreed to add the event to their online calendars and mention it on air as it gets closer. The paper and a lot of the smaller local papers will be running features on it.

“And tomorrow, I’m going to find a Santa and some reindeer so we can have a photo booth, too.”

She’s breathless as she finishes. It sounds like exactly the sort of things people who are into Christmas will love.

I nod. “It sounds like a success and if it takes off like I think it will and like I’m going to push for, it can be an annual thing for you.”

Her face is flushed and her eyes are bright in her excitement. “I think so, too. It’s exactly what we need to raise the money fast. Donations are already coming in and most people are donating everything we’ve said that we’d need so I’m not actually spending anything so far. I know that it will cost us something, but we should easily raise far more than we spend.” She laughs. “Christmas is in six weeks and this concert is in four and a half. That’s not a lot of time to get everything that needs to be done, done. But it’s doable. It’s just going to be long days and nights.”

The server comes to clear our plates and hears the last part of the conversation. He asks, “The Joyful Noise Christmas Concert?”

Noelle nods. “Yes. I run the Blessings House.”

He nods enthusiastically. “My church sent out an email earlier asking who would be interested in performing for it. I signed up. My little brother came home from school today, too, with a permission slip for him to perform with the school choir. I think it’s really cool and since there’s nothing like that around here, it should be awesome.”

She nods and talks to him for a bit longer while I just sit back and listen.

Finally, she looks at her phone. “Oh, it’s almost nine.”

Is it? We’ve been here for two hours already?

I look at my FitBit and ask for the check. The server nods and takes off to retrieve it. Reaching for my company card, I flip it while I wait for him to return.

Noelle reaches for her purse and I shake my head. “No, you’re not paying.”

She blushes and mumbles. “I don’t mind. It’s not like this was a date, Mason. I don’t expect you to pay for me.”

It’s not like this was a date?

Ouch.

So, she’s not interested in me at all?

Shit!

I’m not interested in dating her.

I mutter, “No, I asked you to dinner and I’m paying. Besides, it’s a business dinner. The station is covering it. I’m not paying. You aren’t costing me anything.”

Her mouth falls open and her eyes widen. “Ohhhhhhh.”

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

That sounded really bad, Mason.

Why are you being such a damn dick?!

She quickly stands. “Thank you for dinner. But now, I’m going to go outside to get some air.” The chair jerks back against the floor and I can’t do anything but stare as she hurriedly walks out of the restaurant.

The server comes back and looks from me to the door and back to me. His eyes are hard. He heard that conversation. As he harshly takes the card and bill from my hand. I mutter, “I didn’t mean for that to come out like that...”

He walks away before I finish the sentence.

Who cares what he thinks!

I don’t even know him.

You’re an ass, Mason.

The billfold is slammed onto the table and I look up with ire. The server leans down and says, “That was extremely rude and you’re an idiot. I don’t care if you leave me a tip or not. Here’s a tip for you, Mr. Christmas. When a beautiful lady is at dinner with you, don’t insult her and make her feel like she’s not important! I’m only twenty and I know that! I hope she leaves you here. And I’m not watching your station anymore either.”

Before I can say anything, he stomps away.

Well, shit!

Signing the bill, I slip my card back into my wallet and reach into the money there to pull out a fifty and one of my business cards. Using his pen, I jot a quick note on the back and slip it and the money under the credit card receipt. The business card is poking out.

“You’re right kid. Good tip. Always keep it real. It’s a great quality.

And thanks for the advice. Off to fix it now.”

As I stand up and head for the door, he scowls at me from the server’s station.

With a chuckle, I wave and nod. His face shows his confusion and then I see him smile as I search the square for Noelle before the door closes behind me.

Chapter Seven

Noelle

I’m watching the lights in the water of the fountain again as I try to calm my racing heartbeat. Only, it’s from hurt this time. From the corner of my eye, I see Mason walk up. He stops just beside me though he says nothing.

Well, I’m not going to say anything either. I should have left and walked back to the shelter, only Nick would have lost his shit if I walked around Downtown in the dark by myself.

Finally, Mason clears his throat. “I apologize for what I said. The way it came out is not how it was intended.”

Still watching the water, I nod. “Sure. No problem. Not a date and you only asked me to dinner, which was paid for by the station, for the story. Understood.”

Damn it, Noelle. Now that makes it sound like you wanted it to be a date.

Didn’t you though?

Mason groans and then his hand is on my arm. I gasp at the contact. Electricity radiates under his touch. His fingers close around my wrist and he turns me to face him. “No, that’s not it either. Dammit. Ok, look. I could have gotten all of this at the shelter, either earlier today or tomorrow, but instead, I asked you to dinner. I asked for you to come to dinner with me. Yes, the station paid for it, but they didn’t have to and I would have paid for it on my own. I didn’t have to ask you to dinner.”

He didn’t have to ask me to dinner?!

My eyes widen and I shake my head but he talks again before I can butt in. “Shit! I’m saying it wrong again. I literally have no idea why I turn into a rambling idiot around you, Noelle. Nothing I want to say comes out right.”

I swallow. “Huh?”

Oh great. He thinks he sounds like an idiot. I can’t even form a real word. Not one!

He chuckles. “Ok, let me try again. I asked you to dinner. I didn’t even mean to but I did and once I did, I wanted to have dinner with you. Then we had a nice conversation, even though you are like Christmas on crack and I’m the Grinch. You didn’t push me for my reasons and I really appreciate that. I actually enjoyed being around you. I enjoyed watching the passion you have for this concert and everything else. It was a nice dinner and I had a good time. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a nice dinner with a woman, especially one I have nothing in common with.”

We have nothing in common?

His voice gets husky. “You changed your clothes, too.”

I blink and stare at him. “I changed my clothes? What?”

He nods and looks down at me. The reflections from the water are dancing across his face and my breath catches at just how good looking he is. He chuckles and his eyes flit across my face before trailing down my body. I shiver and his hand tightens on my arm, pulling me closer to him. “You changed your clothes from earlier. You had a t-shirt and sneakers on and now you’re showing skin and wearing these sexy boots.”

I feel like I’m about to pass out and I don’t even know why. I nod. “I have skin... Becky told me to. And the boots, too.”

You. Are. An. Idiot. Noelle.

His brow arches, “Becky told you to change clothes for dinner with me?”

I nod again because that seems like the only thing I can remember how to do. “Uh huh.”

Mason smiles at me and my toes curl in my boots. “Why would she do that? And why would you do it?”

I know that I know how to talk but right now, I don’t remember how. I have no idea how to get the thoughts from my brain to actually leave my lips. Mason’s brown eyes are staring so intently into mine that I feel like looking away from him would kill me. I’ve never felt like this before. I swallow and concentrate on what he just asked me. “I don’t know. But I did. I wanted to change my clothes. I wanted to look nice.” I’m so breathless I could rival a phone sex operator.

“You looked nice in your t-shirt and sneakers.”

Is this actually happening right now? And how did we get here from me walking out of the restaurant to get air?

Did I pass out on the side of the building and this is some figment of my imagination?

Yeah, because if it was, you could formulate the words “figment of my imagination,” Noelle.”

Was I mugged and knocked out?

I blink and the warmth of Mason’s body lined up so close to mine penetrates through the fog in my head. My skin is pulsing beneath his palm and I feel every individual finger’s imprint on my wrist as if he’s branding me.

Nope, I’m definitely awake.

“Mason, what are you doing? Because full disclosure... I’m extremely attracted to you and I’m very uncertain of what exactly is happening right now.”

Why do I sound like that?

His hands are on me and I’m sending pheromones out into the universe that should have every stray dog in the city humping my leg in about ten seconds. Yeah, I know what’s happening.

Warm breath flits over my lips like butterfly wings. I shiver and take a step toward the warmth beckoning me.

Mason groans. “Full disclosure... same.” His lips close over mine and my hands grasp at the material of his shirt to stay upright.

Mason

What are you doing, Mason?

This is a bad idea... No, this is a great idea.

This is unavoidable.

Noelle’s lips are soft beneath mine. My own nibble against hers while her hands tighten in my shirt, holding me against her. My hand leaves her wrist and travels to her waist so I can pull her more firmly into my body. She fits against me perfectly.

She moans and her lips part, allowing my tongue to sweep inside. Her own brushes against mine before she runs it over my teeth and then lightly sucks my tongue into her mouth. I feel the pull in my groin.

She’s eliciting little mewls of pleasure as she angles her head, allowing me to deepen the kiss. My hand tightens on her hip while the other hand slides up her back to cup her nape and hold her in place.

I’m so turned on. I want to push her against the nearest hard surface and finish this erotic dance we’ve just started. Fire is racing through my veins though it’s all making a beeline for my rigid dick.

A sound breaks through the curtain of arousal and my ears tune into what it is that interrupted us. “Hey, ain’t that Mason Christmas? That chick is fine as hell.”

“Damn, man. Get it. That’s freaking hot.”

“Shit, can I get one of those in my stocking this year? Can she be wearing nothing but some stockings? I’ve been a good boy.”

The teenagers’ comments and snickering act like a bucket of ice water. Noelle hasn’t heard them yet, but I lean back and whisper in her ear to get her attention. “We need to get back to the shelter, Noelle.”

She blinks up at me and I can tell that she’s still lost in the moment.

One of the crass teens calls out, “Damn, man. Share the wealth. She’s so into it, you could fuck her right here. We can watch!”

That gets her attention and I feel her freeze in my arms. She mutters, “Oh my, God...” and tries to pull away, but I hold onto her hand and push her behind me while I whirl on the boys.

“I think not. Show some respect for the lady. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

The tallest of the boys takes a step toward me as his youthful face hardens. “What did you say, pretty boy? I’ll fuck you up. Bet no one will watch your punk ass on TV if I mess your damn face up.”

My adrenaline is racing as I try to keep Noelle behind me. Just then, the door to the restaurant opens and the server steps out with a police officer in tow. “Everything ok out here?”

The young punks nod at me and call out to the officer. “Yeah, officer. It’s all good. We were just having a lil conversation with Mr. Christmas here about what we want for Christmas. He’s tight with Santa and all, you know.”

I can feel Noelle shaking behind me. Her face is pressed into my back and I feel like such an ass for putting her into this predicament.

The cop tells the boys to get on home. They laugh and shuffle off while calling derogatory things behind them.

Noelle straightens at my back and she exhales sharply as they fade from view. Her warm breath caresses the back of my neck as she mutters, “I knew better than this. I’m sorry, Mason.”

She knew better than what? To kiss me or to kiss me out here in the open of Downtown Baton Rouge at night?

The cop and the server make certain we’re ok before they tell us goodnight and walk back inside. As the door closes behind them, I turn to face Noelle. She’s chewing on her bottom lip, betraying how much that scene affected her. My hands close over her shoulders and I feel her slight shiver, though I’m uncertain if it’s from my touch or what just happened with the teenage punks. “Noelle, are you ok? You don’t have to apologize to me. Hell, I should be apologizing to you. I acted like an ass inside, making you come out here and then when I came out to find you, I kissed you. I’m sorry.”

Her brow wrinkles and she frowns. “You’re sorry you kissed me?”

Dammit! Why am I constantly saying the wrong thing with her?

“No. I’m not sorry I kissed you.” My hands rake through my hair because I’m so frustrated and I don’t know what to do or why everything keeps coming out wrong. “I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you the second I walked into the shelter today and I never react to anyone like that. I didn’t even know who you were. I thought you were a woman staying at the shelter and I still wanted to kiss you.”

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “Wait, so had I been someone at the shelter and not the director, you wanting to kiss me would have been a bad thing? Like you’re better than they are?”

What the hell?

I didn’t say that! That’s not what I meant.

I snap. “I didn’t say that. I don’t think that. Look, I’m out of my element here. I don’t know why I react so strongly to you. But as frustrating as you’re making me right now by twisting my words and picking a fight with me, I still want you. So, either I’ve lost my damn mind or something is happening here.”

Her lips tighten and she glares at me. “Well, I’m so sorry for frustrating you. How selfish of me.” She turns on her heel and stomps back in the direction of the shelter.

Growling in annoyance, I lean back and flip off the garland and lights wrapping the pole shining the light down on me, like a freaking spotlight. “Gah, screw Christmas!”

As Noelle turns the corner sharply, I sprint after her. I can’t let her walk back to the shelter alone. Especially after the scene with the punks a little bit ago. I yell as my soles slap the pavement, “Dammit, Noelle. Wait for me! Don’t take off in a huff!”

Chapter Eight

Noelle

Last night dinner with Mason was nice. I really enjoyed myself and he seemed interested in listening as I talked. He asked pertinent questions and the conversation flowed very smoothly. It felt like I’d known him forever and then he said that crap about the station paying for the meal and I let my feelings be hurt. That, of course, led to me walking out and him following after me and then there was the kiss.

That kiss...

Ugh! Why am I still thinking about that stupid kiss?

It was nothing. He’s an exasperating ass man. A completely swoon-worthy, sexy ass, exasperating man!

Stop it, Noelle!

We walked back to the shelter and I immediately went to the back to check in with everyone before heading home for the night. I knew he wanted to talk to me, but I chose to ignore him. He left to get back to the station for the 10PM segment and I stayed glued to the television in my office to watch.

It was a good intro. Just the teaser and the small pieces he did yesterday have helped spread the word and we have thirteen groups signed up to perform as well as the two local acts. One of the tree farms out of Hammond called this morning and offered to donate the tree for the concert. I have a call in to the city to make certain the tree the farm is wanting to donate will be acceptable.

Sponsors are calling to donate and offer their support. We already have fifteen restaurants and food trucks signed on. Coca-Cola is donating signs to advertise and they are also providing beverage trucks. 

The Baton Rouge paper called first thing this morning and wants to do a front-page article about the concert and the shelter so I have an interview with them in half an hour. And Mason and Brad will be here in about an hour to start interviewing some of the people here and start on the first human interest piece. Though, it won’t air until Friday.

Lifting the chipped coffee mug on my desk, I take a sip only to realize that my cup is empty. I growl and glare at it.

Stupid ass cup!

Becks laughs from the doorway to my office and my head raises so I can turn my glare from the cup to her. My frown fades as I see the two steaming cups in her hands. She laughs again. “Turn that frown upside down before your face freezes like that or else I’m drinking both of these! Grimacing is not a good look for you, sis.”

Reaching out with grabby hands, I mutter, “No, you won’t. You aren’t that much of a bitch.”

She hands me one of the cups and perches in the chair to face me. “True story. I’m sweet as pecan pie.” She bats her baby blues at me and asks, “Why are you so grumbly anyway? What happened last night? You disappeared as soon as y’all got back from dinner and when I got home last night you were locked in your room.”

Staring at my sister, I take a sip of my coffee and burn the shit out of my tongue. “Owwww!”

She laughs and says, “Careful. It’s hot.”

I glare at her. “No shit!”

Setting her coffee down, she leans on the desk and points at me. “What the hell is wrong with you? You’re acting like me before coffee and you never act like that. You’re always happy and jolly, so what gives?” Her brow arches as she pins me with her gaze. “What happened with Mason?”

How does she know anything happened with Mason?

I mutter, “Who says anything happened with Mason?”

Becks rolls her eyes. “Yeah, ok. I’m stupid. I’m a blonde bombshell so of course I’m all tits and no brain.” She picks her coffee back up and leans back in the chair, cradling the cup between her palms. “I can sit here all damn day. You know I’m not leaving until you tell me.”

Groaning, I lean back in my own chair and click the pen I’m holding in my hand while I stare at her. “You’re annoying as shit.”

She grins. “Duh. I’ve been annoying as shit for twenty-four years, sis. This is not new. And you know I’m also stubborn, so you just as soon tell me. I’m seriously not leaving and I’m not the one with the interviews today, so...”

She’s not going to leave. Ugh.

“Fine. We had dinner. I told him all about the concert and the expectations. He seemed interested. It was nice and then he told me that the station was paying for dinner because it wasn’t a date.” Her mouth opens and then closes but I shake my head to stop her from talking. “I walked out saying I needed air. He paid the bill and followed me. He kissed me. Some punks saw us since it got heated... like really heated.” I feel myself blush. “They said some stuff and Mason said some stuff back. The cop at the restaurant came out and ran them off. We got into a fight about him kissing me or me kissing him or whatever.” I blush again. “I don’t even know what he makes me feel. He’s so sexy, but he makes me so angry with the stuff he says. And I feel like a stupid adolescent around him. I don’t like it.” I sigh and lean my head back to stare at the stain on the ceiling. “So, I just walked away from him. He caught up and tried to talk to me, but I ignored him and when I got back here, I hid in the back until he left.”

Now that I’ve said all of it out loud, I realize how stupid it all sounds. I groan and look at Becky. Her eyes are crinkled at the corners and she’s not even attempting to hide her amusement.

I snap. “What the hell is so amusing?”

Laughing, she crosses her legs and cocks her head to the side. “You have no idea what to do with him, do you?” I shake my head to deny it, but she chuckles. “Sis, you like him. You can’t lie to me.” She sing songs like a stupid fourteen year old, “You like him!” Then she grins at me. “He apparently likes you, too. Yet neither of you know what the hell to do about it.”

I sigh. “What am I supposed to do with a sexy as sin reporter who makes my girl parts tingle but I have nothing in common with?”

She shrugs. “My advice? Roll with it. It’s new. It’s exciting. It’s the holidays. Hell, what a present for you both!” Her brows wiggle and she snaps and dances. “Bow chicka wow wow! Get you some holiday romance... and sex.”

An embarrassed cough at the door to my office has both of us turning. Joy is standing there with pink cheeks and alongside her is a flabbergasted Mason.

Oh, my God...

Becky jumps up. “Oops.” She races for the door. As she reaches it she turns back to me and grins before her laughter trails down the hallway. 

Joy’s cheeks are still pink and I can tell she’s trying hard to contain a smile as she says, “Mason is here.”

I nod. “Obviously...”

She laughs and shoots Mason a smile before she mutters, “I’ll just get back to the phones then.”

He heard Becky... But did he hear what I said, too?

Mason

I make her girl parts tingle? And I did say that we have nothing in common last night, but that’s not true.

We have good conversation. We have mutual attraction. And we both push the other’s buttons.

I know a lot of people who have a lot less than that and it works.

What are you talking about?

I was up all night thinking about the woman behind the desk. She makes me crazy. I determined at about 4AM that nothing good would come of me pursuing her. But by 4:30AM, I’d told myself that thinking I wasn’t going to go after her was insane.

By 6AM, I was ready to find out where she lived and drive to her house. Instead, I went for a run, where I replayed exactly what it felt like to have her in my arms and pressed against my body. Which led to a throbbing erection. Which I then had to take care of in the fucking shower!

Yeah...

I’m still standing at the threshold to her office as she sighs. “How much of that did you hear?”

Do I lie?

Hell no.

Stepping into the room, I close the door behind me. Her eyes widen and she inhales but I don’t cross the room. I lean against the door and cross my arms, hoping I’m exuding a calm that I’m definitely not feeling. “I heard you say that I affect you and then I heard Becky.”

She nods. “Oh...”

Deciding to just roll with it, I cross the room and lean on the edge of her desk. She watches me warily and I can see the uncertainty and fear in her eyes. “Yeah, oh.” Reaching out, I pick up a paperclip from the center of her desk and twirl it. My eyes watch it spin before I look back at her. “Here’s the thing, Noelle. Full disclosure time. I don’t know what to do with you either. I didn’t expect to be punched in the face when I walked in here yesterday.”

Her mouth falls open and she squeaks, “Who punched you in the face?”

I chuckle. “No one. But the effect was the same. From the second I saw you standing at the desk, I’ve felt like I’ve been hit. Noelle, you affect me. A lot. More than any woman in a long time. Maybe ever.” My eyes search her face and I mutter. “I’m not quite sure what to do about that.”

She swallows. “What do you want to do about it?”

Smiling, I lean over the desk and line my face up with hers. Her deep eyes draw me in and I feel myself reacting to her. I sigh. “I don’t think what I want to do can be done right this second... Don’t you have an interview in about ten minutes?”

She blinks. “What?”

Chuckling again, I lean down and brush my lips against hers. I feel the electricity between us and struggle to keep my need to consume her in.

Holy hell.

She moans as her head angles back to allow my lips to close more firmly over hers. Her hands trail up my chest and shoulders before her fingers weave into the hair at the base of my skull. Tingles race down my spine and my mouth opens, allowing my tongue to beg entrance into her mouth.

She immediately parts her lips and brushes her tongue against mine. Within seconds, raw passion is so thick between us it’s almost oppressive.

Her mouth clings to mine as my own devours her. I’m practically leaning over the desk to get to her as she raises herself to reach me. My arms reach for her and pull her onto the desk top. She climbs up without breaking the kiss and slides over my lap. Her knees settle on either side of my hips as my hands travel over her back and ass. My fingers dig into her flesh through the denim covering her. She grinds against me and I thrust up.

I’m about to blow in my pants from the sensual assault when I remember where we are. Lifting my head, I trail my lips over her chin and down her neck while she continues to whimper and try to drag my head back to her mouth. 

With the last ounce of sanity I possess, I mutter against her skin. “Wait. Noelle... we’re in your office. Anyone could walk in here at any second... You have an interview any minute now.” My words are saying we need to stop, but my lips refuse to relinquish their hold on her delicious skin.

She freezes against me and lays her head in the crook of my neck. She gasps for air and my cock reacts to her breath so close to my ear. It was already raging but it jerks against her. My circulation is cut off from her pressing against me and the tightness that now exists in my slacks.

She hoarsely mutters, “Oh my God... what are we doing, Mason?”

My hands leave her hips to cup her nape as I look down at her. Her lips are swollen and glistening while her eyes are wide and luminous. Her cheeks have a gorgeous flush covering them and her chest is heaving. “Affecting each other?!” I smirk. It ends on a groan as Noelle moves hastily and bumps into the part of my body that is ready to kill me for stopping. She blushes and looks down. Her tongue slips out to moisten her bottom lip. I groan again. “Yeah, you should probably get off me. I’m about to react like a youngster who finds his daddy’s Hustler collection and blow in my pants. I don’t think that is acceptable for the camera.” I wink. “At least not the kind of camera work I do.”

Noelle laughs throatily and shoves my shoulders as she slides off me. “Oh my God, shut up!”

I laugh, too. “So... I need to find some place to compose myself.” I point down at my obvious erection. “And you need to,” I wave at her, “not look like I just had my way with you on your desk.”

She blushes and turns away from me. “You didn’t...”

Before I can stop myself, I respond. “Not yet, but I’d really like to.”

She looks over her shoulder and gives me a smile that has me immediately responding. “Full disclosure... me, too...”

Oh, dear God.

Leave this room. Right now, Mason.

Chapter Nine

Noelle

I haven’t been able to speak to Mason all day. Not that I know what to say anyway. This morning was crazy. I’ve never done anything like that before, especially here. Not that I’ve even dated in the six years since I started this place. The shelter has been my focus and it’s been enough. Sure, sometimes I get lonely, but for the most part, this is my life.

Mason left my office earlier and I took the few minutes before the newspaper reporter got here to straighten my clothes and try not to look like I’d just been revved like a hot rod engine by Mason. The interview went smoothly and within half an hour of his getting here, the reporter snapped a few photos and left. The rest of the day was spent in my office talking to the city, vendors, sponsors, and doing other things to pull this concert off in a few weeks.

My stomach is growling and my mug is way past empty when I glance at the clock on my computer.

Shit! No wonder I’m hungry. It’s like 6PM. Where is everyone? How strange that no one has been in here all day.

Standing, I stretch and groan as my back pops. I move in all directions and groan again as the kinks are worked out of my tight muscles. It feels so good to move.

“Damn, you’ve been working hard.”

I smile as I see Mason standing in my doorway. “Yeah. Sorry, I’ve been glued to the computer and phone all day. You’re still here.”

He nods and holds out his hands. A brown paper bag eliciting wonderful smells is in one hand and a drink tray with two drinks in Styrofoam cups are accompanying two large coffees in the other. “I am. We shadowed and interviewed one of the families today and I knew you’d been cooped up in here since this morning, so I brought food. You hungry?”

In answer, my stomach growls. I chuckle. “I’m starving.” I look around him and listen for the sounds from the shelter. “Is it just you?”

Mason crosses the room and sets the bag and tray on my desk. “Yeah. Becky and Brad left about half an hour ago. I told her I’d let you know. I believe they were going out... together.”

My brow arches and I laugh. “Of course they are.”

Mason sits in the chair across from me and opens the bag. The smell of Lebanese spices and meat fill the room. I moan. “Lebanese is my favorite!”

Mason smirks. “Yeah, Becky mentioned that when I asked. And Joy pushed me to surprise you with dinner tonight. I mean, I was going to ask you anyway, but as she was leaving, she hinted I should just get it and bring it to you. Which I did and I paid for with my own money.”

My cheeks burn as I remember what Joy and Mason both overheard this morning. Mason seems to follow my train of thought as he chuckles. “Well, thank you, Mason.

He smirks. “That Joy is something else. She’s so peppy. Nothing seems to bother her and she’s always encouraging.” He hands me a Styrofoam cup and leans back with his own. “I watched her today. Something about her just makes people comfortable and everyone smiles.”

I nod. “Yeah, I’ve noticed, too. She’s only been here a couple of days, but something about her is just familiar and comforting. It’s something that a lot of the people here need... a sense of familiarity.”

He watches me. “You provide that for them, Noelle.”

I smile at him. “I try.”

As he spreads the containers of food out on the desk and we dig in, we talk. Conversation just flows with us. He tells me about how he got into broadcast journalism and his college days. He went to LSU but then was hired in Houston where he worked for a few years before accepting a position back here.

As we finish the meal, he asks me a question. “Why a shelter, Noelle?”

I sigh and lean back in my chair so I can organize my thoughts. Finally, I answer him. “Because sometimes people find themselves in situations they can’t control and they need help. It’s so easy to take advantage of people when they’re already down... I wanted to give those who want to give up a chance.”

I can see that he’s weighing my words. He seems to think long and hard before he speaks again. “Yeah, but you don’t look like someone who was down on their luck so why does it matter to you so much?”

I shrug. “It has to matter to someone. Why not me?”

He stares at me and then he smiles. “You’re really special, Noelle. Most people would just look the other way if a situation doesn’t directly affect them. But not you.”

I laugh uncomfortably. “It affects me... just not like you would think.”

Nick buzzes me from the front. “Noelle, someone is here to see you.”

Who would be here to see me? Most visitors show up during the day here.

Does someone need help?

No one has called with a transfer today.

Maybe it’s a sponsor?

Smiling at Mason, I stand. “Let me see who that is. Someone may just want information about the concert or a sponsorship. I shouldn’t be long. I’ll clean all of this up in a few minutes.”

He nods at me. “I’ll get it. It’s just trash.”

I smile. “Thank you.” I’m in good spirits as I walk down the hall from my office to the front of the shelter.

The smile leaves my face as I see who’s standing there.

What the hell does he want?

The man I got my looks and eyes from smiles at me. It fades as he sees my cold expression.

“What do you want?”

My father frowns and looks around at the few people still in the front before they head back to the private sector of the shelter for the night. “Is that any way to speak to your father, Noelle?”

My arms cross as I defiantly stare at him, refusing to be intimidated. “You’re in my shelter. You weren’t invited here, so I can speak to you however I please. Now, I repeat, what is it that you want?”

Mason

That sounds like Noelle and she’s obviously upset with whomever was here to see her.

Hastily tossing the bag into one of the chairs, I stroll out of her office and down the hall to see what the commotion is about.

I hope that those punks from yesterday aren’t in here.

Nick can handle them if that’s what the issue is.

When I clear the hallway and see Noelle’s aggressive stance, I immediately look to the man inspiring it. The resemblance is unmistakable. He has to be her father. His words confirm my observation. “I’m your father, Noelle. I won’t be spoken to this way. Your mother would be appalled.”

Noelle laughs harshly. “Momma isn’t here and no, I doubt that the fact that I don’t want you in my shelter would shock her.” Her voice hardens. “What do you want?”

He leans back on his heels and they stare at each other. “Your mother showed me the segment on the news about this concert you’re throwing to raise money.” He raises his hands. “I can give you the money you need, Noelle.”

She laughs out loud and slaps her thighs. “Are you kidding me? You want to give me the money you took from people like the ones here to help them? You want me to take the money you made from ruining their lives to help them?” She waves her hands around to encompass the room. “You have got to be kidding me. You are such a hypocrite.”

He sighs. “Noelle, I know you think I’m the bad guy, but I’m not. I’m just a business man. I own a bank, baby. If people borrow money from me and then they can’t pay it back, I can’t just allow them to stop making payments and absorb the hit.”

She glares at him. “No, you give desperate people money and then charge them even more money when you know they can’t pay it back. I understand that you can’t just give money away, but you choose to make loans that you know they can never pay back. Some of these people have families and you just put them out on the streets. That’s on you.”

My eyes drift from Noelle to her father. I can understand that she’s upset, but I also understand his position.

She must see me because she turns and her eyes meet mine. I see the anger directed at her father there. My feet carry me towards her.

Her father also looks at me. “Ah, Mr. Christmas.” I nod at him. He looks from me to Noelle. “This conversation never changes, Noelle. I’ve told you numerous times that if you find yourself in a bind, you just need to call me. I’ll give you whatever you need.”

She smirks and rolls her eyes. “No, thank you. I’ll raise the funds we need, just like I always have. I don’t need or want your money. I will never take money from you. Not even to help those you screw. There’s a thing called principle.”

He sighs again and I can see the sadness in his eyes as he looks at her. “The offer is always there, Noelle.” He turns toward the door and Nick opens it for him. Before he walks through, he asks one more thing. “Will you and your sister be home for Christmas this year? Your mother would really like it if you were.”

Her mouth tightens. “Probably not, but we’ll see Momma. We always do.”

He shakes his head and walks out. Nick locks the door behind him.

Noelle looks at me and frowns. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I don’t agree with my father’s business practices.”

I nod. “Yeah, I got that.”

She sighs, “You seem to disagree with me on that.”

Shaking my head, I walk back to her office as she follows. “It’s not my place to have an opinion on it, Noelle.”

She says nothing but her silence shows that she’s not happy with my refusal to back her up.

It has nothing to do with me...

Two weeks later

I’ve been at the shelter practically every single day for the past two weeks. Brad and I spent Thanksgiving here and it was a very different experience than I’ve ever had. To spend a holiday with those who basically have nothing but the love of their family is vastly different from spending a normal holiday with the crazy people in your lives. They seem to appreciate things so much more. It was a real eye opener to witness.

I’m also finding that Christmas isn’t annoying me quite as much this year. Maybe it has to do with being here, at the shelter, and watching those who are struggling lose themselves in the simple joy of the season. Until you’ve witnessed those who have absolutely nothing to lose give all they can to share the meaning of the holidays with others, you haven’t really experienced Christmas.

Maybe it’s the fact that Noelle is working herself and everyone else so hard to provide for those who find themselves under her care. It’s selfless.

It’s the true spirit of the season. The spirit of Christmas.

I’ve apparently never experienced Christmas. 

How can I hate something that I’ve never actually experienced before?

Chapter Ten

Noelle

“Becky, I need the finalized lineup for the acts. There are eighteen, right?” I’m screaming with my hand covering the mouthpiece of the phone as I wait for the printer to come back on the line.

She pops her head into my office and waves a stack of papers at me. “Yes, there are eighteen of them, including the bands. I’m working on it now. I’ll be done in like twenty minutes as long as you stop yelling at me and interrupting me.”

I sigh and mumble at her. “Ok, sorry. I just want it all in order.” Just then the printer comes back to the phone and tells me that the tickets for food will be ready by 3PM and be able to be picked up.”

Christmas carols are piping through the speakers throughout the building and I find myself humming along with Hark the Herald Angels Sing as I move pins for vendors around the board on my wall.

Mason and Brad are also scurrying around to shoot the last of the five human interest pieces they’re doing. The past week, they shot candid video of me as I worked as well as interviewed me, Becky, Joy and a couple of the other volunteers. Mason told me that they’re going to be going out tomorrow to talk to a few of the sponsors and two of the food vendors to have them explain why they are involved with the concert. Friday, they’re heading to the Food Bank to shoot a piece there and show why the non-perishable donations are so important this time of year. Donations are important year-round, but especially around the holidays. The concert is Saturday and the reality of that has me freaking the hell out.

The past few weeks Mason and I have been spending a lot of time together and I’ve really enjoyed all of it. We’ve kissed a few more times, but we haven’t gotten as hot and heavy as that day in my office on my desk. We’ve had dinner and talked a lot. Earlier this week, he even told me why he hates Christmas.

Another crazy day led to another dinner in my office. Joy is such a lifesaver. She’s like a little mother hen. When I forget to stop to eat, she’s always popping in with food, or something to drink so I stay hydrated. And I’m not an idiot. I can clearly see that she’s always pushing for Mason and me to spend more time together.

She’s like a tiny little Christmas matchmaker.

She poked her head in a bit ago and asked me what she could grab for me as far as dinner went before she left for the night.

I told her I didn’t care and she left. Then, five minutes ago, she popped back in with Burgersmith burgers and fries. Two of them, of course.

Now Mason and I are sitting here in my office, eating yet another meal together.

He started singing Jingle Bells along with the radio and I laughed as I teased him. “Are you actually singing a Christmas carol, Mason Christmas?”

He looked shocked and then laughed as he shook his head. “Dammit, you’re rubbing off on me.” I laughed along with him and his face got serious. “Do you know why I hate Christmas, Noelle?”

I shook my head. “How would I know? It’s not like I knew you before this and you’ve never said.”

He smiled wryly and a faraway look came over his face. He sighed and looked at me. “I was engaged once. She was a reporter in Houston. We worked for the same station. We both started out as street reporters.

“She loved Christmas. Our apartment looked like the freaking North Pole threw up in there. Every surface was covered with green, red, gold, or silver. She had three Christmas trees up. In an 800 square foot apartment, she had three damn trees. She listened to Christmas Carols from November 1^st through January 3^rd.

“We both wanted the anchor chair. I mean that’s the dream in this business. You do your time on the street chasing stories and then one day, you get the chair in the studio and the stories come to you.

“A month before Christmas, she got the promotion. She got the anchor chair. I was happy for her and I knew that my time would come. I started seeing less and less of her. While I was out pitching and tracking down stories, she was snug in the station and being seen at five, six, and ten, five nights a week.

“Little did I know that she was also being seen naked, in our bed, with the news director while I was out pounding the pavement searching for the story that would get me seen.

“Christmas Eve, I came home, dead ass exhausted, from a full day of reporting and found her being pounded from behind by the forty-something news director, wearing only my engagement ring and the expensive Mrs. Claus lingerie I’d bought her for Christmas.”

“I grabbed my jacket and left, but not before breaking half of the Christmas shit and kicking down the Christmas tree in the living room on my way out the door.”

My jaw was practically touching my chest as I vividly pictured the scene he described walking in on.

He raised his beer and tipped it at me before taking a drink. “That combined with the shit I’ve always gotten from my name being Christmas... yeah...” 

I’m lost in my own head as I replay the conversation.

I’ve kept Mason at arms bay since then. He’s been hurt and I’m finding that the more time I spend with him, the more I care.

That’s scary.

I could very easily fall in love with Mason Christmas. But I’m not certain that he’s interested in love or if he’s even open to a real relationship after his heartbreak.

And you’re too chicken shit to even bring it up!

No way. What if I do and he confirms that he’s not interested in anything other than these few kisses and a little heavy flirting?

I mean, I know he’s interested in sex. He said as much. That day on this very desk made that very obvious, but what happens if I actually have sex with him and all of these feelings I’ve been holding back burst free and then he walks away? 

He’s here to get the story. The story is almost over and I have no guarantees that he plans to or even wants to be here after the holidays.

Mason

The concert is in a few short days. After that... I’ll have no obligation to be here. Where does that leave Noelle and me?

I’m a grown ass man and she’s a grown woman. We’re attracted to each other. It’s obvious to everyone, including us. But these past few weeks, I’m feeling the wall she’s erecting between us. I don’t know what it means and I don’t know what to do about it. 

I’m sitting at one of the tables in the front of the shelter sipping my cup of coffee, my fourth of the day, as the shelter kids make another garland to hang on the large tree in the corner of the room. The eight-foot tree is covered with handmade decorations and ornaments. It’s a hodgepodge of kiddie crafts and ornaments made with attention to detail by the adults here. Looking at it, I realize it’s probably the most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen.

A friendly voice to my right infiltrates my gazing. “Isn’t it breathtaking? You can practically see the love and joy in it, can’t you?”

Turning my head, I smile at Joy and nod. “It is beautiful.” I sigh. “That’s what a Christmas tree should look like.”

Her smile seems to brighten. “Why Mr. Christmas, you seem to actually be enjoying the season, am I correct?”

A figure catches my attention as she walks out of the hallway and into the large room. The children flock to her to show her their ornaments and she laughs as she squats on the ground to compliment every single one. I find myself smiling as I watch her interact with the kids. “You know, Joy... I think I am. For the first time in a long time, I actually feel like Christmas should be celebrated.”

She laughs and the light in the room seems to glint off her earrings. I blink and squint at the tops of her ears. I swear they just looked pointed for a split second. Shaking my head, I laugh at myself.

Yeah, ok, Mason.

She pats my shoulder and says, “Christmas should always be celebrated, Mason. No matter what, the greatest gift of the season is always love.” She winks and walks away.

Love, huh?!

I thought I had that once and it turned out I was so very wrong.

Yet, now I’m in a completely different kind of relationship and all I want is to celebrate Christmas, and possibly every other holiday, with someone that turns my entire world upside down...

Standing, I cross the room. Noelle watches me approach with a smile on her face. She must read something in my expression because it falters and her mouth opens in an “o”.

Reaching down, I offer her my hand. She carefully places hers in it and I pull her to stand. Smiling at the kids as they turn to show me their handiwork, I nod at them all and tell them how awesome they did before turning to face Noelle. “Can we talk for a minute?”

She nods. “Um, sure. Let’s go into my office. Is everything ok?”

Ignoring her, I lead her down the hall and into her office. She trails behind me.

Once we reach it, I turn back to look into the shelter. Brad is watching me intently with his arm around Becky’s waist. She’s leaning into him with her hand on his chest as she also watches me, with her head cocked to the side. I smile at them both and see the huge grins spread over their faces before gently pushing Noelle into her office and closing the door behind us.

She turns and swallows. “Um, what’s going...”

I stop her with my kiss. Her lips soften under mine and her arms go around my neck as my arms link around her waist and pull her into me. We kiss sweetly, taking our time, our tongues slowly dancing together before retreating.

Finally, she leans back and inhales deeply. Her breath escapes in a whoosh and she shakily asks, “What was that for?”

Leaning down, I look into her eyes with our foreheads lined up together. “Noelle... This is crazy fast and I don’t even know if I believe it’s real... I haven’t had the best of luck with this sort of thing...” I breathe deeply. “Before you, I hated Christmas. You know my reasoning, but I did. I was so pissed when I got this assignment, but I’m not pissed anymore. I’m grateful.

“This assignment introduced me to you. And you... you and this place, this story, you’ve changed my life. I don’t hate Christmas anymore.

“I don’t want to lose this feeling. I don’t want to lose you.

“I don’t want to walk away in a few days and go back to my life. I can’t...

“Noelle, I think I love you.”

She doesn’t say anything after I’m done. She just stares at me with her lip in her mouth. I can see the glisten of tears in her eyes mingling with the fear that’s peeking through.

I mutter. “Shit. Can you say something? Even if it’s that I’m insane and you want me to walk away right now.”

Finally, she nods.

Why the hell is she nodding?

What is she agreeing with?

She smiles and my heart feels like it’s about to leave my chest. “Full disclosure... Don’t walk away. I love you, too, Mason Christmas.”

Are bells ringing right now and why am I hearing a laugh that sounds like every movie of Santa that’s ever been created?

Noelle’s brow furrows as she whispers, “Do you hear that?”

Epilogue

Joy

“I knew that you were just the elf for the job, Joy! Job well done.” Santa chuckles as we watch the concert through the viewing glass in his office at the North Pole.

I beam with pride and happiness as I watch Mason and Noelle embrace at the side of the stage as Brad presses a sweet kiss against Becky’s lips before grabbing his camera to record the last performance of the night, one of the local bands with a good following.

The crowd is massive as everyone in the audience is absconded in the love, joy, and meaning of the holidays. People are singing joyfully as the last notes of Louisiana Christmas Day are sung. 

Every Food Bank bin is overflowing and non-perishables are even stacked on the ground in front of them from everyone’s generosity.

Noelle grabs Mason’s hand as she walks onto the stage to thank everyone for coming out to celebrate the season and support Blessings House and the Food Bank. She waves at Becky and Brad to join them. “None of this would have been possible without the support of these people as well as our numerous volunteers, sponsors, vendors, and of course, all of you.” She waves at everyone in the audience and says, “You have shown that Baton Rouge knows what Christmas is about and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Love and blessings to all of y’all and we hope to see you back here next year for Baton Rouge’s newest holiday event!

“On behalf of the Blessings House Homeless Shelter for Women and Children and the Food Bank, I’m honored to tell you that together, we’ve raised $213,000. Those are abundant blessings for sure! Merry Christmas!”

Applause and cheers drown out the sound of her voice but not before we catch Mason lean down and whisper into Noelle’s ear, “I love you, Noelle Holley. Thank you for reintroducing me to Christmas and all that it truly entails.”

Her eyes shine with love and happiness as she pulls his head to hers. “I love you, Mason Christmas and I thank you for the best gift of the season... this and you.”

I turn to Santa as the mirror goes foggy and the picture fades. “Mission: Christmas complete!”

Santa’s jolly laugh fills the room.

In Skye Turner Style:

Bonus Sexy Scene

Noelle

After the concert

Mason drove me home from the concert after I asked him to accompany me back to my place for the night. My nerves were heightened the entire time. All of the possibilities of what would happen when we got here were running rampant through my head. I’m so surprised I didn’t pass straight out.

Oh, you know what’s going to happen, Noelle!

Exactly what I want to happen. What I’ve been wanting to happen since the moment I turned around and stared at him slack-jawed in the shelter.

I unlock the front door, under the light from the lantern mounted above the doorbell, with him standing behind me. The heat from his body mixes with the fire racing through my veins and I feel like I’m going to burn up.

Finally, the lock clicks and I sigh in relief as it opens. A second to compose myself is all that I need.

Goodness, Noelle. You’re not a blushing virgin.

Mason follows me in and I feel him stop in the threshold. Looking over my shoulder, I can see him squinting to try to see the house in the dark. With a giggle, I cross the foyer and flip on the light in the living room. As the light fills the room, I look around to try to view my home through Mason’s eyes. The nine-foot Evergreen is in the corner near the gas fireplace and even unlit, it’s a beautiful picture. The colorful presents underneath it catch the light and throw it back, making prisms from the metallic wrapping paper. The mantle is draped in fragrant garland and two stockings, one for me and one for Becky, are hanging there. One on either side. A large holly berry wreath is hanging above the mantle. Flameless candles and rustic Christmas knick-knacks are tastefully spaced throughout the room. The couch is also draped with a large red and green tartan throw. It’s simple, yet, gorgeous in my opinion.

Mason smiles and nods. “This is beautiful, Noelle. It looks like it’s straight off the cover of one of those magazines and mailings I’ve thrown away every week since summer. Only less staged and more... real.” He turns to me and I can read the desire in his eyes as he looks me over. I’m rooted to the spot. His hand reaches out for me and I drift into his arms with no hesitation.

His arms wrap around my waist as my hands travel over his firm chest, hidden from my view underneath his bright green sweater. I can feel every ridge of muscle and sinew. He jumps at my light touch and a husky chuckle escapes him and causes my stomach to tighten even further. “Noelle, I’m here... at your request, but I’m not expecting anything. I’m content to just be here with you.”

My eyes widen and my head falls back so I can look into his eyes. A slight furrow creases my brow as I frown. “You don’t want... to... I mean... you’re not interested in... sex?”

His eyes widen and he smiles broadly before shaking his head. “Oh, I do and I am very interested in sex. With you. But, it’s not necessary. I just meant that we don’t have to jump into the physical. I’m more than willing to wait if you want to.”

Huh? He thinks I want to wait... Hello, like I’d ask you to come home with me just to snuggle.

How very wrong you are in that assumption, Mr. Christmas.

While still watching him, I trail my hands back down his chest and abs. His breath hisses between his teeth as he swiftly inhales. Reaching the hem of his sweater, I slowly grip it and start to lift it and the t-shirt he’s wearing underneath. My hands slip beneath the fabrics and press against his bare skin. He jerks and I giggle while standing on my tiptoes to better reach him.

As my hands travel over his body, beneath his clothes, I lean up and breathe against his lips. “I don’t want to wait, Mason.”

His nostrils flare and his hands move from my hips to my cup my ass and pull me into him. As I press against him, hip to hip, chest to chest, I can feel the ridge of his erection. He growls. “Oh, thank God,” and his mouth takes mine.

As he kisses me breathless, he kneads my cheeks through my jeans. My palms flatten against his nipples from being trapped between us. They are tight little beads of desire.

His tongue is sliding against mine sensuously as his hands squeeze my ass and he rubs his manhood against me. He’s holding me hostage in his arms and I can’t move. I can’t explore the body I so desperately want to.

I’m moaning into his mouth as want consumes me. My head is spinning with every slide of his tongue against mine. His mouth is mimicking his hips and I’m a willing prisoner to his divine assault.

His hands leave my hips and tease my lower back as they slip underneath my blouse. Goosebumps break out along my skin at the light, teasing flicks of his fingers.

I moan again, “Oh, Mason...”

His mouth leaves mine and his lips trail down my chin and then my neck. He stops at my collarbone to nibble along it before pressing a kiss to the pulse raging in the hollow of my throat.

My hands manage to slip from beneath his sweater and wrap themselves in the material, thus yanking it up. Mason lifts his head and watches me as I slip the sweater and shirt up his chest and over his head. He helps me remove it and drops it behind him. It lands on the arm of the couch.

My eyes drink in the beautiful perfection of his chest. I lick my lips in anticipation and he groans. “Noelle, if you don’t stop looking at me like you are about to jump me, I’m going to cum in my pants like a teenager.”

I laugh lightly and press a quick kiss to his chest. Without lifting my lips from his skin, I breathe deeply against him and say, “Oh, I certainly don’t want you to do that.”

My lashes lift and I look up at him with a sexy smile. He growls. “Where the hell is your bedroom? We need to get in there, behind a closed door, immediately. Or else Becky and Brad may walk into this house and see much more than they bargained for.”

My eyes widen at the untamed tone of his voice. I point. “Down there...” Grabbing his hands, I walk past him, brushing against his naked chest. “Follow me...”

His fingers link with mine and together, we walk down the short hall and enter my bedroom.

I walk in first and he follows before quickly kicking the door shut and yanking me into his body. I gasp but before I can catch my breath, he’s pressing me back against the door and lifting me by my hips. He wraps my legs around his waist and presses his erection against me.

My eyes flutter as he grinds against me. Leaning down, he kisses me until I feel faint. He leans back and smiles at me sexily. “Noelle, last chance... tell me we’re not doing this or else I’m about to worship you until you scream my name.”

My hands tighten on the nape of his neck and I rub against him. “Oh, we are so doing this. Take me, Mason.”

Leaning back, he stares at me. “God, I love you, Noelle.”

I smile back, “I love you, too. Now, how about we lose these clothes?”

He grins and sets me on my feet. “Yes, ma’am.” I’m unsteady and he smirks as he reaches for my blouse so he can remove it. I raise my arms to help him. He drops it to the floor and leans back so he can look at me.

His gaze feels like a caress and I shiver in response. “Mason, I need you.”

Reaching out, he closes his hands over my jeans and unsnaps the button before slowly unzipping them. Bending down, he kneels in front of me and slowly guides them down my legs. As he reaches my ankles, he pulls off my boots before removing my pants and my socks, one foot at a time. Still kneeling, his hands glide over my legs to my waist. I’m in nothing but my panties and bra and I feel so exposed. But the look on his face empowers me. He’s looking at me as if he’s never seen a more beautiful woman. His voice is hoarse as he affirms my thought. “Noelle, you’re so beautiful. I’m going to have to make a real effort not to lose my head.”

Reaching down, I cup his face. As my palm curves around his cheek, he turns to press a kiss to the center of it. He looks back at me and I can see the love and desire in his eyes. I smile. “Maybe I want you to lose your head. Ever think about that?”

He raises his brow as I gently tap his chin to tell him to stand up. He does and allows me to treat him to the same delicious torture as I undress him.

When we’re both in our underwear, he leads me to my bed before slowly pulling back the covers and lying me back before he takes the spot beside me. 

Leaning in, he kisses me softly. His lips brush over mine before my desire gets the best of me and I grip his hair and open my mouth to trace his lips with my tongue.

That lights the fire within him and he rolls, pinning me beneath him as we kiss feverishly. Our hands roam each other’s bodies as my knees wrap around his hips to anchor him against me in an attempt to alleviate the burning ache between my thighs. 

Reaching into the waistband of his boxers, I squeeze his firm ass cheeks. He moans into my mouth while his hands slip the straps of my bra down my shoulders. They catch at my elbows. Sliding my hands over his back and onto his shoulders, I gently push him back. He looks at me and his eyes are blazing. “I’ll remove this...” My hands reach for my bra as my toes push at his boxers. “You handle that.” He smiles as he reaches between us to grip the waistband and remove them. As he leans down to pull them off, I quickly reach behind me to unhook my bra and discard my panties.

They’re coming off anyway and we’ve had quite enough foreplay.

I need him... Now.

Mason’s eyes worship my body in the dim light and mine do the same to him.

Reaching between us, he traces my hips before trailing his fingers up my stomach and circling my nipple. I moan and grab his hand. “Mason, I am not saying I’m not interested in foreplay; but, I’m so hot for you, if you don’t take me in the next five seconds, I’m swear I’m going to mount you like a bronco and handle business myself.”

Mason’s eyes widen and he laughs before rolling onto his back. As he does, he gestures to his groin. He crosses his hands behind his head and bites his lip as he says, “Longer than the required eight seconds?”

Sliding my knee on either side of his hip, I lean over him and start to sink onto his length. “Oh, yes...” I freeze and groan. “Wait! I don’t have a condom, Mason. I’m on the pill and I never have sex, much less unprotected sex. I mean it’s been a long time. I’m clean, but I don’t have anything here...”

His eyes widen and he mutters, “Shit! I don’t either. That is not something I normally have on me...” He blushes and my pulse flares. “I don’t sleep around and I’m also clean... We can stop though.”

Thinking about it quickly, I shake my head and lean my palms on his chest as I sink down onto him. My eyes cross and I moan as he fills me. “Ohhhhhhh, Mason...”

He moans, “Noelle... are you... sure?”

In answer, I move my hips. “Oh, yes. I’m sure.”

His hands grip my hips and he matches me thrust for thrust. Within minutes I’m on the verge of losing control. My muscles tighten around him and my back arches as I moan, “Ohhhhhhh. I’m there... I can’t hold it anymore... Ohhhhh. Mason. Mason! Gah, I love you.”

Mason joins me in the crest. His fingers dig into my hips as he yells. “I love you, too, Noelle... Ohhhhhhh. Best. Christmas. Ever.”

Playlist

What About Us- P!nk

That’s Christmas To Me- Pentatonix

We Run This Town- Luke Bryan

What Ifs- Kane Brown with Lauren Alaina

Starboy- The Weeknd/ Daft Punk

We Went- Randy Houser

O Children- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

If I Told You- Darius Rucker

Switzerland- The Last Bison

Halo- Noosa

Undefeated- Daughtry

Holiday- Chris Young

Don’t Wake Me Up- Chris Brown

Want To Want Me- Jason Derulo

Better In Time- Leona Lewis

Louisiana Christmas Day- Aaron Neville

Acknowledgements:

Short and Sweet, like my Christmas List!

The important people

Thank you to my best friend and the person with the biggest heart I know, Amanda Lanclos, for including me in this collaboration.

Thanks to the amazeballs ladies who also jumped at the chance to give back this holiday season by joining in this anthology: Chelsea Cameron, Lacey Blank, and Laramie Briscoe.

Thank you to and with Enticing Journey for handling the Cover Reveal and Release Blitz for us!

Thank you to the readers who are buying and reading my books allowing me to stay on this journey.

Thank you to my Beta Readers: Kristin, Lindsey, Louise, and Summer

And finally, but most importantly... Thank you to MY greatest gifts: my husband James, for ALWAYS supporting me, our diva darling, and our lil man (though he keeps reminding me he’s not a baby, so I suppose he should be my big man now). You three are why I get up every morning and where some of the awesome and hilarious in my books comes from!

About the Author

Skye Turner  Skye Turner as Sloane Nicole

Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned International Bestselling Author of Sexy Adult Romance. Bayou Stix Series (Rocker Romance), James Black Series (Romantic Suspense), Unwanted Desire (Contemporary Romance), With Gratitude and Love (Military Romance), His Only Salvation (Dark Romance. Love Triangle), Rookie Love (Baseball Romance), Behind My Charade (Military Romance), A Lil Bit Country, A Lil Bit Rock & Roll Series (Music Romance), Dear Diary Short Stories (Erotic Romance), Gemstone Burlesque (Erotic Romance), A Joe of my Own (Military Romance), Nutt Cracker (Romantic Comedy. MPOV), Hart of the Storm (Music Romance), Love Bites (Romantic Comedy, co-written with Amanda Lanclos) and Pothos Chronicles (Erotic Romance).

She has recently expanded her writing capabilities and is writing Paranormal Adult Romance as Sloane Nicole. Her PNR Series is called L’Amour Bayou with the first book being Antoinette’s Fall.

She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately, life intervened and she never finished her studies.

She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, two children, and nine fur babies.

When she's not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing ‘Supermom’, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, cooking, baking, crafting, or spending time with those most important to her.

She loves to incorporate pieces of her home state of Louisiana into her writing.

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