didn’t even mention the larger pieces he’d bought to go with her ball gown.
“I really do. Thanks.” She stood and wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing tight. “It was very thoughtful, Dean. But I can’t accept 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?”
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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