“What the hell?”

Laughing, Bayley said, “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

Nick, following the directions Bayley had given him from her phone, weaved through heavy traffic and turned into the hotel’s parking lot, his gaze landing on the sign in front of the eight-story hotel and decorated grounds.

The Christmastown Inn and Holiday Park

The small, fir trees dotting the parking lot were lit with millions of twinkling, red, blue, and yellow lights. Wooden statues of elves, reindeer, and snowmen lined the walk from the lot to the front door, where a doorman dressed as a real elf greeted them.

“Welcome to The Christmastown Inn!” he called out, whistling for a bellman who, also dressed in full red and green elf costume, came rushing forward to grab their bags.

Stepping into the massive lobby, the couple looked around—Nick in stupefied silence and Bayley in gleeful awe.

“Isn’t this amazing?” she gushed, her eyes dancing in the twinkling lights draped around the lobby.

Near the staircase, draped in evergreen, stood a two-story stone fireplace, complete with stockings hanging from the decorated mantle and a massive wreath above. The entire space gave off the feeling of being at the North Pole in Santa’s workshop. Staff, in elf costumes, were everywhere, including the restaurant to the right, the bar in the back, and behind the reception counter. Grabbing his hand, she dragged him forward.

“Hi!” Bayley greeted. “We have a reservation. I made it in the name of Hanssen.”

“Yes, I see it here. It’s a good thing you made a reservation,” the female elf said, smiling widely. “There was a water main break at the other end of town a few hours ago, but the hotels on this end were not affected, so we filled our rooms with the out-placed guests.” After a few more clicks on her computer screen, she confirmed, “I have a king-sized bedroom, facing the Holiday Park gardens. Non-smoking, with a balcony and whirlpool tub in the bathroom. Breakfast is included in the price and is served a la carte in the restaurant from six a.m. until ten a.m. I’ll just need to see a credit card, please.”

Confused, Bayley inquired, “What about the other room?”

“What other room?” the elf asked, looking at her computer screen.

“I reserved two rooms…I think…I thought I did. I meant to…” Bayley stammered.

“I’m only showing one room reserved and,” the elf looked up at them, “it’s the only room we have. We’re booked to the roof tonight.”

“Oh…” Bayley said, blushing to the roots of her hair. Twisting her head around to Nick, she apologized. “I’m so sorry—”

“We can go somewhere else—” he began but the elf interrupted.

“I’m afraid you won’t find anything in the area due to the water issue. In fact, we’ve been sending people who didn’t have a reservation back down to the highway to find a hotel at the next exit.”

Nick, mentally exhausted, stood in uncharacteristic indecision for a moment before turning his gaze down to Bayley.

“It’ll be fine, Nick. We can make it work. I promise, it’ll be fine.”

Nodding, he agreed, too tired to try to find another hotel that would only be farther away from the hospital, while wondering how the hell he could handle being in the same room with the woman that filled his thoughts. Pulling out his wallet, he handed his credit card over as Bayley dug in her purse for hers.

“Perfect,” the perky elf said, taking his card. Within a few more minutes they were following a teenage boy elf up to the fifth floor and stepping into a luxurious room. Holly and evergreens hung on the fireplace’s wooden mantle, as well on the patio door. Pictures of Christmas’ past hung on the walls and a small, decorated tree perched on the table in the corner.

Bayley exclaimed in excitement as she walked around the holiday-themed room, peering out the sliding glass door to the decorated garden below. Nick stared at the king-sized bed, covered in a downy soft, red and green comforter. How the hell am I going to keep my hands off her?

Rolling his eyes at the elf flirting with Bayley, Nick rubbed his forehead. The headache that had been building all day from the moment the call about his uncle came in was threatening to implode. The constant perkiness from the endless elves all around caused Nick to reach for his beer, downing more at a time than he should. The hamburger and fries were good and, he had to admit, the food helped.

Looking across the table at Bayley, he was unable to keep a smile from curving his lips as he watched her bright eyes bounce around the room in unabashed delight. Following her gaze, he observed the twinkling lights hanging from every surface—the ceiling beams, the backs of the booths, the holiday trees in every corner, some reaching as tall as fifteen feet or more. Wreaths adorned the columns and windows and holly boughs draped over the doorways.

Staying in theme, the servers were also in full elf costumes, including hats and pointed shoes with bells on the ends. Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus made their way around the tables greeting the guests. As they neared, Nick noticed they were not wearing wigs nor was Santa sporting a fake beard but, rather, the two appeared as real as their personas.

Bayley turned her excitement to him, saying, “Isn’t this place great? As soon as I saw it on the internet, I knew it was the place for you to be!”

“Me?” he asked, surprised at her comment.

“Yes, you! It’s your name—Nick. I know you don’t work for Jack, but you’re good friends with the Saints. Soooo…St. Nick. Christmastown. Holiday Park. Get it?”

Stunned, he stared wordlessly at her, but she didn’t seem to notice as her eyes continued to sparkle with the lights reflected in their depths.

“Of course, you’re kind of a grumpy St. Nick, but still…it fits you. And this place is so cool. Everyone should celebrate the season…even when it’s not the season!”

Staring at the beauty sitting across from him, he noticed a dab of ketchup on the corner of her mouth and fought the desire to lean over and lick it off. Instead, he lifted his hand and gently swiped her lips with his thumb.

Bayley’s smile slid slowly as her eyes darkened with lust. Swallowing before she choked, she lifted her beer, taking a long drink. Instead of cooling her off, it felt as though her blood rushed hotter through her veins. “I…I think I’m finished.”

“Me too,” Nick breathed, standing as he reached for her hand. Entwining her fingers with his, he led them to the elevator.

“Hello!”

Turning, they watched as two elves slid between the closing elevator doors, laughing as they joined Nick and Bayley. The two employees began to talk excitedly about the activities planned for the guests for the next day.

“What will you be doing?” Bayley asked.

“Reindeer games,” one elf answered. “We’ll have them in the Holiday Park garden right after lunch. You should come.”

As Bayley and the two elves continued to chat, Nick loosened his grip on her fingers. Torn that he hated the interruption to their building lust, he knew it was the right thing to do. Put the brakes on.

Bayley felt the change come over Nick and by the time they arrived at their room, she sighed heavily. Entering, the king-sized bed loomed large, seeming to have grown in their absence.

Nick opened his mouth, but Bayley beat him to it. “Nick, I know you’re getting ready to say that you’ll do something self-sacrificing, like sleep on the floor, but this bed is huge. We can easily share.” Grinning up at him, she joked, “And I can keep my hands to myself on my side.”

Dropping his chin to his chest, he wondered if he could make the same promise. Feeling her hand on his arm, he lifted his head. Her eyes, now warm with concern, held his.

“You’re tired…it’s been a long day and tomorrow will prove to be long as well. Hospital visits are never easy. Let’s get some sleep.”

Nodding his agreement, it felt strangely nice to allow someone else to offer comfort instead of expecting him to take charge every second of every day. Upon her suggestion, he showered first and, unsurprisingly, by the time she entered the bathroom, it still looked as though the maids had just visited.

She stifled a giggle looking around at the wiped counter and mirror. His toiletries neatly placed back in his case. As she finished her shower and got dressed, she hesitated, fingering the wet towel she had dropped on the counter. Folding it neatly, she hung it up over the towel bar. Flipping off the light, she glanced at the rest of the counter, her toiletries still exploded over the surface. Well, there’s no reason to turn into a complete neat-freak too quickly. Exiting the bathroom, she observed the lump in the bed where Nick was, facing away from her. His breathing appeared steady as she tiptoed around the room. Sliding underneath the covers on her side, a sigh escaped her lips. Tired, she lay awake, her mind on the man next to her. Nothing like the guys she had been dating and, yet, proving to be everything she needed. Closing her eyes, she drifted into a fitful sleep.

Hearing her breathing slow, Nick rolled back toward her, viewing her face in the thin stream of moonlight coming from the slit between the curtains. The faint illumination only served to give her face more beauty. Her lips, so often widened in a smile, now lay in rest, plump and slightly open. Her blue eyes were hidden, but it gave him a chance to appreciate her thick lashes laying on her upper cheek. Her nose was pert, slightly turned upward.

Rolling over to his back, he stared at the ceiling, torn between desire for her and maintaining his professionalism. A quandary for which he had no answer. Forcing his mind to his uncle’s situation in an effort to stop thinking about Bayley, he heaved a loud sigh. Tomorrow may not be any better than today.

Nick opened one eye as the bright, morning light streamed into the room. He tried to move, but a weight was keeping him pinned to the mattress. Lifting his head slightly, he was met with a surprise sight. Bayley’s head was on his chest, her face turned up toward his but still slack with sleep. Her left leg was slung over his hips, perilously close to his cock, which was already standing at attention. Her left arm curved on his abdomen, her hand resting on his chest near her face.

His arm began to tingle as circulation desperately tried to travel, but her weight was impeding the flow. Sliding his arm slightly up improved his circulation, but also managed to pull her in tighter. A sigh slid from her parted lips, the warm breath tickling his chest. Bed head, no makeup, sleep messy—and she was beautiful.

He raised his head enough to see the clock on the nightstand. Almost seven a.m. Amazed he had slept all night, he felt truly rested for the first time in a long time.

Bayley shifted, opening her eyes as she stared in confusion at the wall of chest muscle presented to her, a silver pendant in front of her eyes. Pushing her hair out of her face, she lifted her head, staring down at the smiling face greeting her. Realizing her position, she startled before pulling her leg off his hips. “Oh, I’m sorry! Did I keep you awake? I was supposed to stay on my side.” She tried to sit up, but her legs and arm simply flailed about, managing to elbow Nick in the pecs as her knee made contact with his groin.

“Umph,” he grunted, dislodging her legs while keeping his manhood intact.

Both slid up, sitting in bed with shared blushes on their faces. His eyes dropped to her outfit and he swallowed deeply as he viewed her nipples poking through the penguin t-shirt. Her legs were encased in flannel shorts, adorned with polar bears. He wondered for a second if all her sleepwear had animals on them, but the thought left his mind as she stretched her arms over her head, leaving a sliver of bare skin showing at the top of her shorts. Smooth, peachy skin peeked at him, tempting him more than a risqué outfit from a nightclub.

Giving his head a shake, he jumped from the bed and said, “I’ll get dressed in the bathroom and then we can have breakfast before we head back to the hospital.” Stalking to the doorway, he stopped and turned around, his expression thoughtful. “You know, you could stay here today. The hospital will be boring…nothing for you to do, since they only let in one person to visit. You could…I don’t know…uh…maybe join the reindeer games?”

Throwing her head back in laughter, she exclaimed, “I swear, Nick Stone. This place just might make you less of a grumpy St. Nick after all.” Sobering, she added, “But, honestly, I just want to be with you. I’ve got no problem sitting in the waiting room. I’ve got my laptop so I can write and my eReader, so I can read. Anyway, I only want to play reindeer games with you.”

Unable to keep the smile from his face, Nick nodded before walking into the bathroom, leaving Bayley staring longingly at his back.