If I Had You (Christmas In Harper Falls) Read Online Free

kiss.”
    “Your sister is…”
    “A lesbian,” Sam told her matter-of-factly.
    “Olivia wasn’t certain at the time. She claims one kiss from Marcy sealed
    the deal.”
    “That must be rare.”
    “Having a lesbian sister?” Sam asked warily. He
    waited tensely for her to make some offhand homophobic remark. He wanted Lila
    to be better than that.
    “A brother and sister getting their first kiss from the
    same person. That must be unusual, right?”
    Sam relaxed. Sweet. She was so damn sweet.
    “I’m not sure it’s Ripley worthy. A little odd.
    Definitely anecdotal.”
    They were close. Close enough to kiss. Close enough to do a lot
    of things. Lila found herself wanting to give into temptation. Why not? Sam
    wasn’t going to be in Harper Falls very long. When would she get another chance
    to take advantage of this kind of situation? A real life, bona fide sex god,
    wanted her. She wasn’t naive. This was about more than a kiss. He wanted a
    holiday fling — with her. She wanted him to have her.
    She leaned closer when the phone rang.
    “The vet,” she said.
    Lila was disappointed and relieved all at once. She wasn’t
    ready for Sam Laughton. She wasn’t wearing the right underwear. Her body needed
    primping. Check her legs. Stubble was a no-no. Lotion. The expensive kind she
    saved for special occasions. So many things. She wanted to make what would be a
    once in a lifetime experience as close to perfect as possible.
    Sam listened as Lila filled the vet in. Damn phone. Lila was
    about to give him his kiss, he knew it. She wanted more; he could tell. A
    little Christmas fling. Not what he planned when he accepted Rose’s invitation.
    Lila was a very pleasant surprise.
    “She is waiting for you.” Lila took a sturdy piece
    of rope, tying it expertly around the dog’s neck. He was very well behaved, but
    she didn’t want to take the chance on him running off between here and the
    vet’s office.
    “Nice knot.”
    “I dated a sailor for about a month. He taught me all
    kinds of nifty variations.”
    “Kinky?”
    “Studious. He was still learning. I helped.” Lila
    handed Sam the rope. “I don’t attract sexually adventurous men. Guys see
    me as the girl next door.”
    Sam led the dog to the door. He was halfway out when he
    turned back.
    “Why does everyone underestimate the girl next
    door?” He gave her a look that said he never would.
    “See you tomorrow night,” Sam said with a smile.
    “I’ll be looking for you under the mistletoe.”
    Lila felt her cheeks heat, glad Sam wasn’t here to see it.
    Sometimes she blushed. Not always. It wasn’t something she could control or
    anticipate. Experienced women didn’t blush. Did they? She wanted Sam to rip her
    clothes off in a bout of mad, wild, no holds barred sex. Pink cheeks made men
    want to take it slow, be gentle. Or back out altogether.
    Lila decided right then and there. She wanted one thing for
    Christmas. Only Sam Laughton could give it to her.

 
CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    “THIS IS NOT a permanent situation. Understand?”
    Cooper looked at Sam with adoring eyes. They seemed to say, Think
    what you like. I’m here to stay.
    “No. I don’t have the room, or the time, for a dog.
    That’s final.”
    The trip to the vet turned out to be a bust. She gave the
    dog a thorough examination. Like Sam thought, he was healthy, well cared for.
    Until recently, he must have had a good home. No microchip though.
    “He’s been neutered.”
    Even knowing it was for the best, Sam couldn’t control a
    sympathetic wince.
    “Men,” Dr. Baine smiled, shaking her head.
    “You all have the same reaction.”
    “No guy wants to lose his balls, Doctor.”
    “Mmm.” What else could she say? “I can’t be
    sure he’s had all his shots. If you want, I can give them to him again.”
    “Won’t that harm him?”
    “No,” She gave the calm, happy dog a scratch
    behind his ear. “He would be fine. Better safe than sorry.”
    “He isn’t my dog.