A Bravo For Christmas. Christine RimmerЧитать онлайн книгу.

      She blinked again. He held her shirt ready. Numbly, she stuck her hands in the armholes, and he eased it over her head and smoothed it down into place.

      What do you know? She was fully dressed again.

      She heard the front door open. “Ava!” Chloe called from the foyer.

      Darius bent close. His lips touched hers, so soft, tasting of peppermint. “You’ve got my number in your phone. Call me.” He breathed the words against her mouth, and then off he went.

      Still leaning weakly against the kitchen wall, Ava watched him vanish down the short hall that led to the utility room and the four-car garage.