the rest, it’s too much.”
He should have known she would say that
because that’s the kind of woman she was. In the time she’d been in
his home, she hadn’t asked for anything but for him to spend time
with his daughter. She was entitled to money for taking care of
Angel, yet she hadn’t asked for it. In fact, she was prepared to
give up her claim to the child because she loved Angel so deeply.
“I’m sorry, Krista, for everything. I know you’re not here for any
money.” His arms wrapped around her waist and his head dipped in
for a long sensuous kiss that touched every part of her. His lips
and tongue explored her mouth as if it was brand new territory. He
was sweet and gentle and the kiss quickly grew heated. “Krista,
please say you forgive me.”
Her blue eyes studied him and he wondered
what she saw. Did she still see the arrogant monster he’d been at
the beginning, or could she see his many layers now? “Sure, Dean, I
forgive you.”
It wasn’t the most enthusiastic answer he’d
ever heard but then again he was lucky she was forgiving him at
all. He pulled back so he could look at her more closely. “Krista
will you go to the Christmas Ball with me?”
~
How she got roped into going to this damn
Christmas Ball, Krista had no idea. As she looked at herself in the
floor-length blue dress with the sparkly bodice up top and layers
of tulle at the bottom, she wondered if she had ever looked and
felt so beautiful. “What a difference a dress makes.”
“I’d argue it was the woman wearing the
dress,” Dean said from the doorway.
She turned and looked at him in the modern
tuxedo that fit his big body perfectly. With Angel nestled in the
crook of his arm playing with his bowtie, Dean looked like the
hottest damn thing to ever walk the earth. “Wow, Dean, you look
gorgeous.” She covered her mouth, knowing it was too late to shove
those words back in.
He slowly ambled over to her with heat in
his eyes. “I do believe that’s my line, Krista. You take my breath
away.”
The blush that stole over her bare shoulders
and chest could not be hidden, it was the curse of fair skin.
“Thank you.” She turned to Angel, “And you are going to be the bell
of the ball!” Angel wore the emerald green dress Dean picked out
for her. The top was velvet and the sleeves were long while the
bottom was a giant tulle skirt much like her own. Angel reached for
her and she took the girl, dotting kisses on her chubby cheeks.
Dean looked nervous and she wondered if he
was worried about the world knowing he had a daughter he’d never
mentioned until tonight. “Krista, I have something I’d like to
say.”
She nodded and slipped through the door that
lead to Angel’s room and sat her in her playpen. Quietly she
returned to her room and sat. “Okay, shoot.”
His long legs bent until he was practically
on the ground, looking up at her with his arms resting on his
thighs. “Krista I want you to stay.”
“But-”
He cut off her words with a finger to her
lips. “Let me finish. I don’t want to be without you, hell I don’t
think I can. I look forward to coming home from work to see you and
Angel. I look forward to eating dinner with you and hearing what
you have to say about pretty much everything. I love being with
you, Krista, and I don’t want that ever to end.”
“Dean, I’d love to stay but I can’t put my
life on hold because you need a nanny you trust.”
He kissed her quickly and roughly to silence
her. “You don’t have to be the nanny; we can hire one. I just don’t
want you to go and I know Angel doesn’t either. You mean so much to
both of us, can’t you see that? We want and need you here with us
every day Krista. I’m falling in love with you and I want to see
how amazing we’ll be together.”
She looked up at him, tears swimming in her
eyes, unsure what to say. “Do you mean that, Dean?”
“Of course I do. It took me a while to
realize what Rory, Flora and River have