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Paige laughed and stood, wiping her hands on her overalls. “Awe, come here, my sad little girl.”

Royal traced his fingers across the ink on my chest leaving a trail of paint on my bare skin. “I think we should shower before we head over to Liam’s,” I suggested and Paige nodded and leaned down to pick up Indie.

I settled Royal onto my left hip and he ran his hands through my hair.

“You’re a mess.” Paige’s eyes creased as she laughed and wiped what I assumed was paint from my forehead.

“This is nothing new.” I gave her a lopsided grin and I leaned in and kissed Indie on the nose before raising my gaze to Paige.

Paige’s lips naturally parted for me, the rose in her cheeks still burned to a crimson when I gave her my full attention.

I cupped her face with my right hand, my thumb dusting along the length of her cheek, and I kissed her, softly at first, but she tasted like candy canes, and I gave myself over to her control. She kissed me until I groaned, capturing the sound and then pulled away.

I kissed her cheek and brought my lips to her ear and she shivered as I whispered, “Merry Christmas, Paige.”

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