I should get up. Even as I think those words I snuggle further into the bed. I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well in my life, and I decide I want my next vacation to be in this bed.
A soft tap on the door has me sitting up, but before I can say come in, one of the double doors swings open and Dasher enters with a tray in his hands. How does he look so handsome this early in the morning? It really isn't fair to us mere mortals.
“I thought you might want some coffee.” He comes in and sets the tray down on the bed, and I look down his body.
He has on a pair of slacks and a button-up shirt that’s rolled up at the sleeves, making him look more relaxed. His short dark hair is tousled, and I itch to reach out and touch it.
“You didn't have to do all that,” I say, reaching up to try to tame my own hair. I’m sure I look like a hot mess right now.
“You have a busy day. It should start off with breakfast.” He lifts a silver lid to reveal pancakes and bacon.
“Oh wow,” I laugh. “You do know I work for you, right?”
He shrugs, and although I expect him to leave and say he’ll see me downstairs, I’m pleasantly surprised when he sits down in a chair next to the bed. I must have been really tired because I don’t remember it being that close last night.
“What time is it? Did we get snow?” I ask, looking over to where the windows are. Big thick curtains hang over them, not revealing anything.
“We got about six inches, but it’s stopped for now.”
“Oh, I guess that’s good. It gives them time to clear the roads.” Dasher nods in agreement.
“Eat,” he orders, and I give him a look before I pick up a piece of bacon. He really has two moods: sweet and stern. When I take a bite of the pancake, I let out a small moan, acknowledging that it beats out my normal breakfast of cereal by a mile.
“You better be careful or I’m never going to leave here. A girl could get comfortable,” I laugh, but Dasher only stares at me with that unreadable look on his face so I take another bite of my food. “Time?” I ask again.
“There’s no hurry. You’re here until the afternoon.”
“Yes, but I have work to do.” I turn, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. “I should get ready.”
“Eat.”
“You’re bossy.”
“I’ve been told.” He smirks, and I don’t know if I want to smack him or kiss him, so I go back to eating my breakfast.
“Happy?” I ask when I take my last bite.
“Getting there.” He pulls out his phone. “It’s almost ten-thirty.”
“What!” I jump from the bed. “How is that possible? I’m a morning person. I can’t remember the last time I slept past eight.” I rush over to my bag to find something to wear. I go with comfort since I’ll be working and can change here before I go to the Mills’.
Dasher leans back in the chair and watches me scurry around the room getting all my crap together before heading into the bathroom to get ready. When I come back out fifteen minutes later, he’s still sitting in the same spot.
“Don’t you have things you should be doing?” I accuse, but he just stands from the chair and walks over to me.
“How do you make these odd Christmas sweaters so attractive?” Wait, what did he say? “Here.” He holds out my glasses, and I take them from his hand.
“Thanks.” I slip them on, and his eyes drop to my mouth. I lick my lips and my heart starts to race as he leans down toward me. Is he going to kiss me? The heat of his body so close to mine feels nice, and on instinct I close my eyes.
“Uncle Dasher!” I jump back at the sound of Rae’s voice, and the bedroom doors fly open.
Rae comes to a dead stop when she sees me, and there’s a confused look on her face. I hold my hand over my chest, trying to get my racing heart to slow down as I manage a smile.
“Oh! Are we decorating Uncle Dasher’s bedroom too? It’s kind of lame over on this side of the house.” Her little nose scrunches. “I offered him one of my unicorn pictures for in here, but he passed.” She lets out a long sigh like she doesn't know what she’s going to do with her uncle. It makes me laugh until the rest of what she said settles inside of my head.
“Wait, this is your room?” I look to Dasher, and he gives me one of his signature nods. There are a million rooms in this house, and he gave me his bed. Where the hell did he sleep? I don’t know if that’s strange or sweet.
“Can I wear those?” Rae runs over toward my bag and picks up my reindeer headband. Before I can answer her she’s putting them on her head and asking another question. “Does this mean you’re moving in? Are you guys getting married?” Her eyes are round as she stares at my two bags. I guess it is a lot of stuff.
“I’m only staying a few days because of the snow.”
Her shoulders drop in disappointment. “Uncle Dasher, you should marry her, and then she’ll have to stay.”
“Kidnapping?” Dasher asks like he’s considering the idea. It makes her giggle so it’s pretty cute.
“I’ll ask Santa for it.” She tilts that little chin of hers up. “He’s always good at coming through.”
“Rae! I thought we were making cookies for—” Jillian’s voice trails off when she sees us all standing in Dasher’s bedroom. Her eyes bounce from me to the bags to her brother before she lifts her eyebrows high.
“It’s not what you think,” I blurt out.
“It might be too late to let Santa know what you want, Rae. It’s Christmas Eve already.”
“Ahh.” Her bottom lip puffs out.
“I bet I can find an email.” Dasher holds his hand out for Rae to take.
I glare at him because he’s not helping. He winks at me before he and Rae are off.
“You and my brother?” Jillian asks once they are out of earshot.
“No! The snow was bad, and he cut his hand. Then before I knew what was happening, I’m here, and honestly your brother can be like a bulldozer,” I blurt out in one long messy breath, and she stares at me for a long moment.
“You’re right, and that’s why you should be careful. I love my brother, but I’ve never seen someone get so—” She searches for a word. “Passionate. Yes, when he has his sights set on something, that something is done for. He will stop at nothing until he gets it and then—” She trails off. “I just want you to be careful. I know what you’re in for if you go down this path.” With those strangely cryptic words, she leaves me alone in his bedroom.