A Hot Winter (New Adult Romance) (The Attraction Series Book 2) Read Online Free

that movie The Holiday ?” 
    Though he nodded, she could tell by his face that he didn’t know what she was talking about; obviously he was nice enough to humor her.  “All this stuff I’m buying is for the woman who’s coming to stay at my house.  See, she’s going to do the renovating and I’m going to live at her house.  Enjoying the countryside, you know, and baking bread.  She runs a little patisserie out of her house,” Emma fibbed.
    “In France,” he said.
    “Right.  Well it’s more of a chalet , I guess,” she improvised.  “If you want to be technical.” 
    “I see.” He was obviously disappointed, but being polite about it.
    For some reason, Emma added: “But listen, if I weren’t going to France tomorrow, I’d love to go out with you.  It’s just…not realistic right now.”  At least that part was true.
    “Sure, I understand.”  With an easy smile, he added, “All right, well, good luck in France.”  When he turned to go, Emma’s heart sank, like a balloon deflating.  He’d given up.  It was settled.  She could hardly be disappointed since that was what she was pushing him to do.
    “Hey, I just wanted to say that if…if circumstances were different,” Emma began feebly.  Pointlessly.  “Sometimes it’s just a timing thing.”
    “I guess sometimes Fate make mistakes,” he joked.  “Take care.”
    “Bye.” 
    As soon he rolled his cart away and she was left alone in Aisle 14, Emma wondered if she’d made a mistake.  Should she have made an exception this time? 
    No--what?  Of course not.  What on earth was she thinking?
    Shaking her head, she silently scolded herself for getting so warped over a good-looking guy, a sexy voice, a helping hand and some killer biceps.  It wasn’t even like her. 
    Now…back to real life, she thought, as she searched for a cordless drill.

Chapter Five
    As they walked into their apartment, Andy shucked off her coat and hung it on the rack, while Tragan paused with his arms full of bags.  “Where do you want this stuff, babe?”
    “Um, just set everything in the kitchen for now,” she said.  “I’ll sort through it.”
    Once Tragan set all the bags down on the table, Andy started separating the groceries from the bags with decorations.  Then she cast him a smile and assured him, “Trust me, you’re going to love it.  I’m going to get the apartment all Christmassed out.”
    “Cool.” 
    “But I won’t make it too crazy,” she promised.  “No life-size reindeer statues.  I don’t care how hard you beg.”
    Tragan chuckled as he opened the refrigerator and reached for a bottle of water.  “Hey, babe, do your thing.  I’ve never had Christmas decorations here, so I’m not picky.”
    As she pulled a carton of eggs out of the bag, Andy said, “How can you have never decorated your apartment?  Don’t you like Christmas?”
    “Love it,” Tragan replied, before taking a swig of the water.
    “Then it makes zero sense,” Andy commented, then paused with a bunch of kale in her hands.  “Oh, wait--yes it does.”  Tragan lifted his brows, waiting.  “You’re a guy,” she finished.
    With a confident grin, he agreed, “Well, there you go.” Then he passed her the water bottle and she took a long drink, before setting it down on the table.  “I just can’t believe I’m starting so late.  We only have a couple weeks left, but I’ve had so much school work.  Time just evaporated this year.
    “Listen, don’t stress yourself with this decorating stuff,” Tragan told her, coming up behind her and sliding his hands around her waist.  Immediately, she turned in his arms, then lifted her hands up to run her fingers through his short, messy hair.  “The holidays are supposed to be fun, so no worries, okay?”  His lips brushed hers--gently at first, then more romantically, purposefully.  He murmured, “Hey, you want me to order food for us tonight?”
    “Of course not,” Andy replied,