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fine. It’s your job on the line.”
    “I’m willing to risk it. Besides, my boss is on break.” Christian sat down next to her and there was a moment of silence between them. He’d swear he could practically hear their sexual energy crackling in the air between them. “This isn’t so bad, huh? We have all the important things.”
    “We need music though,” she said. “And I don’t mean Christmas carols.”
    Christian glanced around but there didn’t seem to be a radio or anything. “I have my iPod but I didn’t bring the speakers.” And he’d be damned if he’d let her plug into it and tune him out. He wanted to talk to her, among other things.
    “That’s okay. I guess I shouldn’t bitch. This is about as good as it gets under the circumstances.”
    Hmm. That wasn’t exactly a glowing review on time with him. Not that he should blame her. This wasn’t how she’d planned her Christmas to go down. “Hey. I’m really sorry about your cruise,” he said in a soft voice.
    “Thanks.” She shrugged, but her smile was a little forced. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a downer, but it suddenly hit me that I just spent a thousand dollars, which took me an entire year to save, on a trip I won’t be taking. That sucks. A lot.”
    “That does suck. And I won’t give you a pep talk, I know how annoying that is.”
    “You’re a smart man.”
    “But I really think I should sing for you.” He nudged her arm, very much aware of how little she was wearing and how close they were sitting.
    Blue turned and gave him an incredulous look. “What about that is a good idea? Can you even sing?”
    “No. But that’s not the point. You want music.” He stood up and cleared his throat. “And I shall provide it.” He had to admit, this was a gamble. She might just get totally annoyed, but he thought that he was just awful enough that he’d get a laugh out of her, which was his goal.
    “You’re a nut, you know that, don’t you?” Beneath her towel, she adjusted until she was sitting on the bed crosslegged. “And you’re scaring me.”
    Christian grinned. “You so don’t look scared.”
    “I am. I’m terrified of what is going to come out of your mouth.”
    “The King, baby.” He stuck his hip and his hand out. “Isn’t it obvious?”
    “No.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and frowned in confusion.
    “Blue Christmas,” he sang in an off-key, warbly attempt at Elvis. “I’m having a—”
    “Oh, my God.” Blue held her hand out, her lips twitching. “Stop. That’s not going to happen.”
    “Why not? It’s the perfect song because your name is Blue, obviously as you know, and it’s Christmas, which again you know, and you’re well, blue, as in feeling blue, so see, isn’t that a great irony?” He gave her a cheesy Chesire grin.
    “I was thinking more like it’s awful, but really isn’t irony just another word for awful?”
    “Basically. Well, if you don’t like my Elvis, there’s always the Porky Pig version. B-b-b-b-blue C-c-c-christmas.”
    Blue burst out laughing. “You’re insane.”
    So he kept going, spouting the whole song in the infamous pig’s voice, adding hand gestures where it seemed appropriate. By the time he was halfway through, she was laughing so hard she was clutching her sides.
    “Stop. Oh, my, God, stop, you’re literally killing me.”
    “See? Doesn’t that make you feel better?” He got close to her and bent over so that his face was level with hers. “B-b-b-blue. What’s so funny?”
    “Did I mention you’re insane?” Her laughter petered out, but she was still grinning. “Thanks for distracting me and replacing Santa Baby in my head with the grating sounds of Porky Pig.”
    Her lips were temptingly close to his and Christian dropped his eyes to them. “I could distract you from that too.”
    The remnants of her laughter disappeared as she caught his intent. Her head tilted slightly and her eyes widened, the blue in them darkening. “How