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Taking in a disgusted deep breath, she lifted her shoulders, and turned away mumbling "Whatever."

Peter chuckled, "I guess she expected a little more of a reaction."

Maddie tilted her head and jokingly voice, "Maybe I was too."

Peter gazed into her eyes, and slowly pulled her against his body. Before she knew it, he'd wrapped his arms around her and
planted a ravaging, hungry kiss that took her breathe away.

"Any reaction to that?" he whispered, gazing into her half closed eyelids. He knew she had, he could feel her wanting more.
Reaching up he brushed off the snow from her shoulder, and as if nothing had happened, took her hand, turned, and said, "Let
take a look at that special Christmas tree."

. . . Giggling, Bri pointed above their heads. Her mother and Peter glanced up and realized they
were standing under a bundle of mistletoe. "Peter, you have to kiss mom." She giggled with a sparkle
in her eyes.

Peter brought his gaze back to Maddie. Her eyelids fluttered when the snowflakes touched her
lashes. He loved how she was eye level to him and didn't seem to care. She was so tall and
gorgeous. Leaning forward he touched his lips to her cheek. "There, how's that Bri?"

"I want to be with you later on today."
Jerking her hand free, Bri stood stiff legged with her hands on her hips. "Cagney Malloy, I can't do this. Shouldn't you be
with him?"
His eyebrows shot up. "This is serious. Can't do what? And, who's him?"
"Pretend you're not gay."
Bri thought she recognized a surprised expression, but with only the sliver of moonlight and distant hotel lights reflecting
off his handsome face, she couldn't be sure.
A slight chuckle escaped before he cleared his throat. "Huh, how did you figure that out?"
She hesitated. Whirling away from him, she combed her fingers through her long hair. She didn't want to hurt his feeling,
but he'd been flirting with her all evening and it wasn't right.
Turning back, she cautiously searched for the right words. "Well . . . for one thing, you came to my star tour by yourself
. . ." She paused.
"And . . ." he pumped.
"And . . . you . . . uh . . . you had on a pink shirt. I mean the shirt was gorgeous, but -"
"I like my pink shirt. I think I look darn good in pink."
Now, he put his hands on his hips, goading her to say differently.
"Oh, I do too - you do, you look great in pink."
"What else?" he pushed.
"Well, your watch is pink -"
"My watch, Dr. Brianna, is from Brazil, and the crystal happens to be rose quartz. Not cheap."
Bri thought she detected amusement in his tone. "Okay, this isn't going too well." She whirled and took a step toward the
hotel, but Cag grabbed her arm.