One Fateful Night

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“One Fateful Night” by Lynn Warren Triskelion Publishing www.triskelionpublishing.com

Published by Triskelion Publishing www.triskelionpublishing.com 15508 W. Bell Rd. #101, PMB #502, Surprise, AZ 85374 U.S.A. First e-published by Triskelion Publishing First e-publishing November 2004 ISBN1-932866-54-X Copyright © Lynn Warren 2004 All rights reserved. Cover art by Triskelion Publishing PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Dedications To Missy for all her help and great encouragement. And Gail, who knows a good thing. For all the Immortal Martini Loungers who inspired this, thanks gals!

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PROLOGUE

“What?” Her attention remained on the lovely burst of flavor twirling around her tongue. Jess licked at the sugar around the rim of the glass then sipped heartily. The tang of lemon hid the kick of vodka while she finished up her second, no it must have been her third Lemon drop martini. “You want to slow down there?” “Hmm…” She looked at Damon, but then glanced away. So much easier to focus on the martini. “What did you say?” Damon's eyes lifted from the PDA screen. He drained the remaining beer in one swallow. “I said, oh hell.” He motioned for the waiter to bring another round. “If you can stay focused for a second, I will say it again.” She pulled her eyes to his and she noticed the flat, grim expression. “Oh hell...” “What?” He shifted the PDA in her direction and tapped on the screen. “I figured since we were going to be working together I should go through my old files. Make sure nothing hokey was going on since that’s what landed you in my lap.” Her tongue snaked out to capture the few remaining crystals of sugar. “Yeah, whatever.” “I don’t need trouble with Nic, thanks.” “So.” “So...” Damon nearly pressed her nose into the PDA. “I did not do that.” “Excuse me?” That got her attention. If it weren’t for messing with Nic and Aurora’s threads to begin with, she wouldn't be spending freakin’ Friday with anti-Cupid. “What did you say?” “Look.” Damon pressed a few buttons and even in her semi-sloshed state, she could still reason. Jess straightened abruptly. “Well, I sure as hell didn't do it.” She angled a vicious gaze at the much too sexy face of Damon Murrietta. “I did not do this!” The waiter delivered their drinks and Jess practically poured hers into her mouth. “I got caught once messing with that stuff, there’s no way I am getting blamed for something that took place two years ago.” Eyes the color of a dark mysterious lake narrowed on her. Slowly, he lifted the bottle of beer to lips way too sexy to belong on a man like Cupid. “Are you saying I did?” “Well, obviously!” He plucked the PDA out of her hands and smiled a very sinister, slow smile. “Obviously, you’d be mistaken. Nic has a very nasty temper,

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in case you didn't notice. And I don't enjoy being on the other side of it.” Jess inhaled. Well, hell, what did this mean exactly? Two years ago, when Aurora first started working at Immortality Incorporated something happened with her and Nic. Something Aurora obviously didn’t know about but it sure made her holiday jolly and bright. “Well, if I didn’t do it and you didn’t do it, who did?” Damon tucked his PDA back into his coat. “I think you know the answer to that one.” “Oh hell...” He shoved the PDA at her. “Look at it.” “Stop it! Just stop it!” Desire pulled back and nearly slid her chair across the floor. “Are you trying to get me fired?” “Hardly worth the effort there, sweetheart.” Damon studied the whiskey Pan brought over. A nice golden red color he would've enjoyed leisurely on any other occasion. Now, he knocked it back in one healthy swallow. “This could get us both fired.” “But I didn’t do it!” “You think I did?” Damon shook his head and fall of midnight black hair moved around his shoulders. “I told you already, I don’t screw around with that.” “Why not?” A vicious gleam came to her eyes that made Damon turn his head and stare. “You screw everything else.” His eyebrow arched slightly. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” A small smile played over his lips. “Why do I get the feeling you’re jealous, sweetheart?” She sniffed and tossed that gorgeous hair back in what promised to be a helluva huff. He tried to control his grin and indignation spread across her face. If he could harness that spark and build it into a roaring fire, she would make one helluva a good fuck. Damon cleared his throat. Some of the whiskey must’ve gone down the pipe wrong. Geez, what the fuck was he thinking? He needed to concentrate on this little problem and not fucking his colleague on the bar that Puck polished each night. “I don’t know where you get off--” Damon held up his hand, “Would you just settle down. This isn't about me, remember?” He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes. “Look, if Nic did this, I think Aurora has a right to know.” “Well of course she does!” “Even if it means she might hate Nic for what he did.”

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Desire sighed and made Damon consider her once more. “Oh crap...You’re right, we need to look at this.”

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CHAPTER ONE

Four-thirty a.m. Sabrina Beckwith stood bleary eyed and freezing outside the electronic superstore in a line that wrapped into oblivion. Was this what Christmas was all about? Some people found shopping the day after Thanksgiving a merry hunt and chase for the best deal. The mad dash for the three items stores plastered across the ads at a forty percent discount baffled and dismayed. Yet here she stood smack dab in the middle of the fray hoping to snag her share of the loot. Sabrina dug around in her jacket pocket and came up with some chapstick to slick on her dry lips. Being chocolate scented didn’t help the rumbling in her tummy. Coffee. Ah, she would kill for a cup of extra strength espresso with a shot of cream. Coffee could make even the most hideous event tolerable. Not that Christmas was hideous. No, it wasn’t. The lights on Michigan Avenue blinked and glowed magically. Ice clung to the air promising a White Christmas. Still, the magic, the joy eluded her. Sighing, she tucked the tube back into her pocket wishing she had something to cover her frozen nose. Icy air seemed to swirl around and seep into her bones. The shuffle of feet broke the quiet darkness. The hum of a few half-hearted Christmas carols from several women who found it necessary to wake their sleeping children and bring them along confounded Sabrina. Most were crying, impatient and hungry, just like Sabrina. Although she couldn’t help but grin as a pair of twins, no more than five years old, sword fought with a pair of candy canes. In between timeouts for licks and slurps, the battle remained fierce and entertaining. For an instant she considered overpowering the shorter one for his candy. Even Scrooge couldn’t pull such a cold-blooded stunt. If it wasn’t for Jason Mavroni, she wouldn’t be standing here expecting icicles to start dripping from her nose any moment. Sabrina and Jason had dated for about a year and a half now. He was handsome and tall with clean, sharp features and an electric smile. Jason was a stockbroker downtown with a magic touch even in the down turn in the market. He was everything a girl could ask for charming, considerate and in no rush to push her into anything. So, Sabrina didn’t mind the little inconveniences involved in getting his Christmas present. Most women would drool at the prospect of a boyfriend like Jason. Unfortunately, Sabrina did not define most women as a viable category. Pushing her gloved hands deeper into the pockets of her down jacket, Sabrina questioned her sanity as the line surged forward like a herd of stampeding bulls. Shoved into the people in front of her,

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Sabrina tripped and nearly slammed into the security guard outside the front entrance. She could feel the hot breath of the shoppers behind her. She rolled off the man in front and surged forward struggling to regain her position in the crunch. Suddenly, she felt like an injured animal driven from the pack. If she lost her place in line, she wouldn’t get to the bookstore on time. She only wished her bookstore would see this kind of traffic and mayhem. Squeezing through the entrance with about forty other people like a herd of spawning salmon, Sabrina gasped at the scene unfolding in front of her as her jacket snagged on part of the doorway. An odd sense of panic erupted through her at the idea of being trampled amidst the triumphant “Carol of the Bells” blew across the store’s speakers. She heard the awful tearing and saw small white feathers escape into the air like tiny snowflakes before she yanked herself free. She didn’t have a chance to comprehend the bizarre holiday snow globe she became. Propelled into the myriad of bright lights, cheerful displays and stacks of merchandise, Sabrina wove her way into the flurry like a running back with a clear lane and a mission. She snagged an ad off a rack and continued deeper into the heart of the shopping madhouse. It reminded her of one of the soccer matches that got out of hand. Merchandise spilled across displays and aisles entwined in gold and red garlands and cheery silver bows. If she could find someone that actually worked here, she could find the portable DVD recorder Jason mentioned he wanted and be on her way. Fire and intensity raced at her from the eyes of the other shoppers hurling carts and merchandise down the aisle. Holiday decorations flew as Sabrina sidestepped a mad cart and rounded a corner. Catching sight of the lone employee, she ran up to the boy who appeared no older than twelve. “You work here, right?” Inane, yes. She knew it the moment it came out of her mouth. Who would be in this in the center of this cacophony without a paycheck involved? The young man grimaced pointing at his name badge. “Probably wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t. Need some help?” Sabrina showed him the ad. “Where’s the DVD recorder?” “In the center of the aisle over there, bulk stacked. If we’ve got any left.” The panic gripped her in an astonishing vibration.

She spent the entire morning, freezing,

starving. “You just opened. How could you not have any?” The young man shrieked as an exuberant woman toppled a stack of Playstations trying to get at the games behind the stack. “Great... Look lady, if you hurry there might be a couple left.” He walked away leaving her to the chaos.

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Skidding back around the corner oblivious to the trail of white down floating behind her, Sabrina saw her goal. Twenty feet away, in the center of the aisle were two of the precious DVD players. No sweat. Sabrina ran for the gift as the down snowflakes began to cling to her. Then, things slipped out of control. A woman with a cart stacked to the ceiling swooped in and took one of the players. Sabrina nearly screamed in frustration. Biting her lip, she charged the last DVD player and colliding with a huge bear of man. “That’s mine!” The huge mountain of a man turned a grin on her that would melt a frozen lake. “Take it easy, love. You almost plowed us into the ice cream makers.” Mercy, the man was huge. Naturally, it didn’t help that at her most imposing height, Sabrina only managed five foot two. Her bright brown eyes blinked in confusion at the man as he shifted the box with the player in it to one hand as the other reached out. Sabrina rocked back on her heels as his fingers grazed her cheekbone then threaded through her short, dark brown hair. Sabrina inhaled the woodsy cologne he wore and nearly sighed. “Hang on a second, love. Ah, here we go.” He withdrew his fingers and held up a tiny feather. “You look like a grumpy little chicken.” “Excuse me.” “Sorry, that wasn’t politically correct for this time of year, now was it?” He tilted his head considering her with eyes the color of deep blue sapphires. “A partridge. Yes, that’s it.” “I look like a fat little bird?” Sabrina eyed him with a heated glare, wondering where the feather came from. She checked around her shoulders in dismay. A partridge? To her sudden horror, he was right; tiny feathers covered her from head to toe. “Not the bird, love. More like Shirley Partridge or better yet, Laurie.” He grinned to himself then realized she didn’t find it funny. “Looks like you’ve sprung a leak.” The man lifted the corner of her jacket. If ever there was a time to melt into a puddle, she found it. Under the blast of the store’s heater, Sabrina Beckwith, grumpy chicken or chubby partridge felt a tear slide down her cheek. “Hey now, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Sabrina sniffled, swiping at her nose. Making matters worse, she realized her nose had thawed and now ran like a stream. She snuffled loudly. “I need that DVD recorder.” She looked him straight in the face and wondered if she could knock it out of his hand and run. He looked like a lumberjack in his faded jeans and heavy Henley under an old plaid shirt. He was so big, maybe he wasn’t coordinated. While Jason’s looks held a polish to them, this man seemed to possess

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more raw power than she’d ever experienced. Blue eyes danced and sparkled with good humor as she waited silently. His hair was deep mahogany framing a face of smooth skin and sharp cheeks and jaw line. Clearing her throat she mustered up some dignity. “I might look like a chicken, but you look like Santa Claus.” “How do you figure?” “Not now, but the young one from the cartoon, you know? Big, red hair, blue eyes. Smiles a lot.” “Watch many cartoons, do you?” Sabrina twisted her lips and swiped at her nose again. She’d be lucky if she didn’t catch a cold now. “No, not many. Can I have the recorder, please? It’s a present, for my boyfriend.” “Mine’s a present too.” “You could do better than that. Wives don’t usually like electronics.” “Is that so?” Laughing good-naturedly, he handed the player to Sabrina who nearly fell over in shock. Maybe the principals of Christmas spirit truly did exist. “Have a good holiday.”

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Fresh faced from her victory, Sabrina didn’t expect the icy breath surrounding her as she approached the back entrance to her store. The shiver caught Sabrina by surprise. Not that a crisp breeze floating through the streets of Chicago signaled a cold she felt coming on from the early morning escapade. The chill just emphasized the thought she might have better control of her finances by the time the holiday season rolled in. As she unlocked the door to Beckwith’s Books, a rush of holiday dread seemed to consume her. It tossed her into the realm of Scrooge and Charlie Brown as she fought to keep from sniffling over the fact that this would be the last season for Beckwith’s. Peeling off her the sad remains of her down jacket, Sabrina hung it on the coat rack before heading to the front door to turn the ‘Open’ sign on. Not like it did any good. Mentally, Sabrina admonished herself for such glum thoughts. The chastising didn’t make them go away though. She could have stood out in the middle of the boulevard naked with a sign announcing free books and they would still not see a single customer. Not that she didn’t possess a cute body with the right curves and all that. Actually, she was very proud of her assets. She only hoped now with the rush of holiday shoppers looking for deals, bargains, and the most special gift, you would think her bookstore would have a shot.

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Sabrina sighed wearily as she unlocked the front door. The only assets her bookstore cared about were the last few dregs of her savings. If they didn’t see some business soon, she would have to start letting her employees go. Wouldn’t that just make a terrific holiday greeting? In your holiday stocking instead of goodies was a pink slip, Sabrina felt like a heel already. Honestly, she couldn’t figure out why Beckwith’s didn’t do a booming business. She’d spent a year wracking her brain and that of her accountant’s trying to come up with a reason. They were located in a fabulous section of Michigan Avenue with well-established businesses. Her prices were fair, she took a great deal of pride in the display and marketing of her books even adding a small coffee stand a couple of months ago to try and lure clientele. No matter what she tried, it always crashed and burned at her feet. Opening the front door, she propped it wide hoping to blow in some of the breeze and maybe a stray customer. Then she saw it, taped to her window another notice from the landlord. Mr. Scrooge struck again bringing good tidings as usual. She peeled it off the window and went back into the store. Determined to pump up her Christmas spirit for as long as possible, Sabrina refused to ignore the deliverer of bad news. Tossing the envelope on her desk along with a stack of bills, she would not let her impeding doom spoil the happy warmth she experienced with the man she called Santa. Besides, she knew what the notice said. Her lease ended on Christmas. Her landlord owned the building and he wanted it for a parking lot. That’s one thing the world needed. Another slab of asphalt created such a lovely ambience in the center of Chicago. But, if she planned on staying, she would need to come up with an enormous amount of money to purchase the entire building. Just fabulous. She loved the old brick building with its temperamental heating and nonexistent cooling. The building always welcomed her, always seemed willing to try new ideas. Resting her cheek in her hand, she stifled another sniffle. Her accountant was impressed she made it this far. Where would she get the money to save the store and her building? “Hey girl, quit your moping and give me a hand with this stuff!” The shout came from behind a huge cardboard box with silver, gold and red garland spilling out the top. “I’ve got three more boxes in the car.” Sabrina rushed to give her friend, Carly, a hand. Guiding her to a large table, she examined the box of new decorations with a critical eye. “Carly, we can’t afford all this stuff.” Carly nudged Sabrina to the rear entrance where she parked. “I bought this stuff last year when it was seventy percent off. The kids already picked through it so whatever they left I decided to bring here.” She popped open the trunk and passed a box to Sabrina. “I figured we could use some Christmas cheer. You know, hall out the holly and all that.”

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Sabrina’s lips wavered in a shaky smile. “You’re something else, you know that?” “Just call me Mrs. Claus.” “Maybe a little holiday magic is what we need around here. After surviving this morning, I think I deserve a little decorating.” Carly chuckled loudly. “You dared to brave the hoards, hmm?” “I wanted to get Jason’s present while it was on sale. I had no idea I needed to be an undercover operative to get through the madness.” Stifling a grimace at the mention of Sabrina’s choice in men, Carly propelled her to the door. “Come on, let’s get this stuff up and twinkling then when Kim gets here we can go to lunch and I’ll buy you a Hot Buttered Rum.” She clinked the trunk closed and triggered the locks. “You think it’s cold enough for that? We usually wait for December to indulge.” Carly grinned. “It’s never too early for a little cheer. Besides, you could use a little pick me up.” Sabrina shouldered the door and pushed the box in ahead of her. “No, I could really use a store full of buying customers. Do you have any magic fairy dust in this pile?” “Well, if all these glitters and lights don’t bring ’em in I don’t know what will.” Sabrina had forged a friendship with Carly Stevens when the girls were ten years old. They met on the playground when Carly smashed a volleyball into Sabrina’s waiting nose. It could’ve been the start of a world war but Sabrina chose to see it as an opportunity. Obviously, Carly was a better athlete and Sabrina could use some help in that department. The two women remained fast friends even when Carly married Kip Stevens six years ago. Two kids, three dogs and a whole lot girl’s nights and quick lunches later, Carly decided she wanted to work with Sabrina. She worked part time juggling her hours in between the kids’ daycare schedules. Sabrina adored Kip and the kids considering them her family since her parents moved out west over three years ago. Evidently, her wealthy parents couldn’t bear her disappointing them further. She didn’t fall in line as her older sister going to Dad’s college of choice and becoming a doctor. They’d finally given up after spending all of Sabrina’s twenty-eight years trying to mold her into their image of a perfect daughter. The loved her to the point of distraction and decided they needed a bit of time to themselves. Sabrina wasn’t certain if she admired that or felt like an utter failure because of the sordid mess. But, Carly’s family took care of her and she was afraid she was about to let all of them down. Her breath hissed out like a leaky balloon. No more storytelling every weekend for the kids in the neighborhood and that really tore at Sabrina’s heart. She loved opening the world of reading to children, watching their eyes light up. Now,

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there would be no visits from Santa handing out cookies and books to children who might never get the chance to learn the joys of being able to read. No weekly teas for the elderly ladies of the neighborhood, Sabrina enjoyed that the most. She would miss this the most. Even more than running her own business, those older ladies so enjoyed getting out for awhile, hearing the latest best sellers read and having tea and crumpets. For some of these ladies, the weekly tea was the friendliest social contact they got anymore. Thanks again, Mr. Scrooge. Sabrina drew up a long strand of red garland to mask her tears. She always thought she could handle anything. No matter the circumstance, Sabrina scratched and clawed a way. She couldn’t give up now. She spent too much of herself here. Somehow, someway, Beckwith’s could make it through. Dread assailed her, the itchy skin, the sweating feet, and the curling of her stomach. She could always call her parents and ask for help. “Whoooh! Wow!” The door blew open with a gust of wind, ringing the bell like a crazed wind chime. Both Sabrina and Carly glanced up in shock as a woman came into the store squeezing out of a crush of people trending past down the street. “The wind sure picked up out there!” Sabrina gazed out the window watching leaves spin down the sidewalk out of control. She pushed off her knees from where she wound garland around the window display and smiled. The woman smiling back at her was absolutely stunning. Tall, willowy with incredibly long curly red hair trailing down the center of her back, she grinned at Sabrina with a spark to her blue eyes. “Wow, I expected every store in Chicago to be packed these days. Are you guys open yet? Did I walk in on an inventory or something?” “No, no, you’re fine. We’re open.” Sabrina brushed at her short cropped, dark brown hair that had the tendency to fly in every direction possible and frowned as feathers wafted around her. She didn’t usually feel self-conscious about her looks. Figuring she passed for cute in a pixie sort of way, but compared to this woman, well, no one compared. Trade places with this woman and your life would be like winning the two hundred million dollar Powerball and the Miss Universe contest all at once. “Take your time. Let us know if we can find something for you.” “I’m on a lunch break and I just love bookstores. Oh, do you have coffee?” She picked up the latest bestseller and headed for the little coffee bar. Sabrina tapped Carly. “You make better coffee.” Carly moved quickly behind the bar, scrambling to get some coffee perking. Sabrina watched the woman pick up several more paperbacks and two cookbooks while Carly brewed the coffee. “Do you gift wrap?” Carly stared blankly over at Sabrina. “Uh, sure. What do you need wrapped?”

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“All of these, I think. Office presents.” She took the coffee Carly offered and sipped. “Whoah, that’s some hairy stuff there. Wow, high octane caffeine, hmm?” She dug in her purse for a couple of dollars and passed them to Carly. “Oh, there’s no charge for the coffee.” “Really? Hmm… You should charge. You know, this is a great little store. Really nice. I wonder why there’s no one in here.” A dagger to the chest was so careless. Sabrina stepped up moving the stack of books closer to the register. “We’re a little hard to find, I think.” Sabrina rang up the purchase thrilled at the hundred-dollar ticket. The customer passed her a credit card without batting an eye. “And we’re small, maybe too small.” “That’s what so nice about it. Gives you that cozy sort of family feeling.” She signed the ticket and grinned again at Sabrina. “Hey, is it okay if I pick these up this afternoon?” She took a good look at the holiday decorations strewn about. “I’d like to see the store with all the decorations. I think it’d be pretty.” Sabrina smiled. This woman, whoever she was, seemed to exude the happiness of holiday magic suspiciously missing from her own life at the moment. The warmth, the goodness, the magic felt just like the Santa man at the electronics store. They both had red hair and blue eyes, maybe they were siblings or something. That was it, the only way two people could retain the mystical sincerity of a true Christmas spirit. It enveloped Sabrina making her smile. Wow, it was amazing to feel this way. “That would be fine. We’ll have everything wrapped by then.” “Super. I work downtown so I won’t be too late.” Sabrina gave her a copy of the receipt and thanked her for shopping Beckwith’s. As soon as the door closed, Sabrina blew out a breath and turned to Carly. “How about that?”

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Outside the store, Aurora glanced back at the sign. Beckwith’s Books. Too bad, it wasn’t going to make it. She thought the store held a certain charm, something you didn’t get from online shopping. Oh well, it wasn’t her concern and she hurried down the street to her office complex. Aurora tilted her head and considered for a moment. Where was her holiday spirit? The woman needed some help, didn’t she? When she arrived at the tall glass building and took the elevator up, she got the distinct impression holiday cheer wasn’t around. She stepped out of the elevator and knew something was seriously up.

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They always said stuff rolled down hill. Right now, it appeared her office was in direct line of an avalanche.

For an instant, she wondered if trading places with the little bookshop owner was a

possibility. She stared at the official seal of the performance report delivered this morning and caught herself in a sigh. By the looks of everyone around, they knew more about what was in the report than she did. With aplomb, she practiced for such situations; Aurora broke the seal and read the report. A curious tickle formed in her stomach traveling up her ribcage and into her throat. According to her boss, she failed to show good judgment on a number of occasions sighting her recent intervention in a little league game. Aurora couldn’t help it, soft-hearted, soft touch call it what you will. Johnny was seven years old and needed a shot in the arm. His confidence drooped over the season and Aurora knew that in fifteen years he’d be able to draw on this when he stepped to the plate in the World Series. As the current proprietor of Fate, Aurora believed she should touch all of humanity in various ways. Unfortunately, her employer failed to see any humor in her incite. Then there was that little incident where she missed an important diplomatic intercession that might’ve caused grave consequences if her boss hadn’t intervened. He warned her then about not looking at the big picture. Aurora promised; she’d keep her eye on the ball. Maybe she’d have better luck if she could keep her eyes off her boss. Time was the most incredibly exciting, dangerous man she’d ever met. Silly Aurora. At the time, she was just grateful for his expertise. Disruptions fell everywhere at Aurora’s feet like rubber super balls. The trouble was there were so many balls. Bouncing all over the place and in every possible direction made her eyes roll back into her head. You got dizzy just trying to keep track of everything and everyone. When to jump in and catch them or just let them bounce right past you that particular skill Aurora found difficult to master. She needed to be a super computer and an octopus just to keep up. In the nine months she’d worked for Immortality Incorporated, Aurora thought she’d done a good job. Hard working with no complaints, she didn’t allow that tanker to crash into the gulf, right? Aurora cringed slightly at the memory. She managed to keep a doctor on track with his research instead of researching his new secretary. Okay. Well, at least a decent job. Her year of probation ended on Christmas. Probably her job as well. Ho, ho, ho.

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Chewing on the tip of her well-manicured nail, Aurora decided her very powerful employer weren’t fair. Time should side with her, Aurora decided. So where was he? After all, the last person to hold the job as Fate kept it for over ninety years. She barely got through the twelve-volume rulebook before everyone began hurling the wants and needs of humanity at her. That was enough stress to make anyone toss the rulebook right out the window. And so she had, she’d always been a fly by the seat of your pants kind of gal. Why not now? No wonder she lacked control, vision and direction. She nearly bit the end of her nail off in irritation. Obviously, Nic didn’t realize it took awhile to get a handle on things especially a job as consuming as the one of Fate. Even armed with two seasoned assistants, Aurora knew she bit off more than she ever thought she could chew.

Blowing a long, curling strand of coppery red hair out of her face, she considered

confronting her boss in a fit of temper. Then, decided better of it. All that would do is throw her ranging system into overdrive. He was possibly the most delicious, obstinate man he’d ever met. She’d had fantasies. Oh God, did she have fantasies about what was under that gray Armani suit. She had a feeling it was as powerful as the rest of the package. Aurora sighed and snapped her teeth together. One way to get over your boss, just get fired. This job was amazing, a whirling wonderland of wants, needs and desires to fulfill their lives. Besides, she relished her new duties. Fate encompassed all realms of humanity and Aurora accepted that when she took the job. Few people knew about the existence of Immortality Inc. never mind what the huge conglomerate actually did. Her family still thought she worked for a worldwide investment firm. Technically, she did. Except the investments weren’t actually monetary; they were humanity. Aurora didn’t truly understand the entire concept until her bosses offered her the job. Here was a firm comprised of Offices where humans filled job titles that previously she considered part of mythology. Aurora’s own jaw fell out and clattered to the floor when her job position became clear. Fate, the ultimate decision maker, the provider of paths both good and bad belonged in her hands. How thrilling and absolutely frightening was that? Again she thought about the little bookstore owner, how easy would it be to walk away from Fate. Aurora smiled, secretively, she remembered what her first reaction to the benefits Immortality Inc. offered. At first, she didn’t believe it or the implications. Upon accepting the job as Fate, she received the most astounding benefits. The most extraordinary of all was Aurora now became immortal just like all the other employees. Beauty, health, riches and immortality. Aurora managed to catch her jaw again as she met the other employees located in Immortality Inc.

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Surprisingly enough, she quickly developed quite a good working relationship with Chaos. A few of the junior offices like Destiny and Desire were always willing to help while others remained standoffish to her. Luck, which she could use right now, never gave her any assistance. Maybe she should’ve gone out with him. The guy hit on her every day the first three months she’d been there. Too bad her taste ran to dark and handsome, sinfully attractive. Oh yeah, and tall. Aurora found it hard to muster up an attraction for a guy that looked exactly like a leprechaun. For heaven’s sake, the guy was three feet tall with bright red hair. He probably had pointed ears, but Aurora didn’t want to get close enough to check them out. Tapping a finger at her review, Aurora figured an evening with a leprechaun would be a better alternative than losing the only job she ever felt useful at. Aurora sighed; watching thirty-three, twenty-inch monitors scroll daily activities around the world. The massive desk she sat behind flooded with paperwork and would surely flow out into the hall by the end of the day if she didn’t erect a dam of some sort. The office, although quite large, held a warm, coziness to it, which was a good thing since Aurora spent a lot of time here. Dark, rich woods with upholstery in emerald greens and cranberries made the room more like an old English library than a state of any art office. Paneled cherry walls and intricate moldings caught the sun as it reflected in from a large circular window looking down on the city below. They designed this office especially for her and by Chaos she planned keeping it. She didn’t want to lose her job. Aurora loved it here. The never-ending paperwork, the mounds of data compiled all had a story to them. Just like Johnny needing that homerun. The world turned and now she helped people decide how, when, where and why. Maybe she didn’t want to lose the power. As Fate, Aurora wielded a considerable amount of power. She wasn’t in this for the money or the power though. Her employer saw that the moment he met her. In fact, they told her the only reason they considered her for the post was her kindness and overwhelming generosity. If she didn’t come up with something good and fast, she’d wind up unemployed in less than a month. “Morning, Aurora. Here’s the first batch of dailies.” Moira noted the distress on her young boss’ face and glanced down at the official seal on her desk. She nodded in condolence. “Performance review? Wow, I hate those things.” She laid the first stack of reports on a corner of Aurora’s desk. “Not a good one, hmm?” “It’s good if you consider I’ll have plenty of time to return Christmas gifts that were the wrong size or whatever.” Aurora moved out of her chair and quickly scanned the dailies looking for something so incredible it would solve her problem.

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Moira picked up the review. “Oooh, ouch. They didn’t have to be so rough about it. I remember the first Fate didn’t get such hot reviews either.” She patted Aurora on the shoulder and gave her a kind smile. “Cheer up, honey. You’ll get the hang of it.” Aurora didn’t think they’d leave her time to get the hang of it. Scanning the dailies, she circled those needing a dose of Fate and passed them back to Moira. Unfortunately, nothing earth shattering in the first batch. “Moira, do a search. Find something stellar. Something good like a volcano or a meteor. Then we will see who shows a lack of creativity.” Moira lifted a brow at the young Fate. “Think that’s a good idea?” “Sure. Natural disasters are always big. It’s too bad it isn’t 1917, I could save the Titanic.” At Moira’s frown, Aurora caught herself. “I need something huge, Moira. Otherwise, you’re going to be breaking in a new Fate.” Moira nodded heading out into the outer office. “I’ll put everyone to work on it.” Aurora scooped up her purse, cell phone, pager and personal data assistant before for following her out the door. “I changed my mind, Moira. I need some air. Call me if anything comes up.” “Something always comes up.” Aurora smiled. “Don’t I know it.” She passed Chaos on the way out of the building looking slick and charming as ever. “Need a little help, babe. I could stir up some trouble and you could smooth everything out just in the nick of time.” Aurora tossed her incredibly long hair back in a huff. “You’ve heard already?” The smile was just as slick as he was. “The entire building has heard.” “Oh isn’t that just peachy.” “Nobody said this job was easy.” Aurora blew passed him heading downtown. The early holiday shoppers were already out in force hunting sales. Might as well continue her own shopping, at least while she still got a paycheck. Shopping? Cute little bookstore owner in definite distress. And then, the smile that had seemed small and sad before reappeared on Aurora’s face. Her lips curled ever so slightly and the smile changed just like that. In the blink of an eye, she knew she could beat Time at his own calculated game. Giving him a run for his money, now wasn’t that a fabulous idea.

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CHAPTER TWO

“Going somewhere, Aurora?” Damn it, she thought she’d made it. Her fingers held position on the handle of the door as she shifted through her options. Short skirt, cleavage exposed, damn it, like that ever did any good on Nic Avalon. The man acted like he was carved of stone without any reaction. What to do? Aurora spun on her heels and smiled brilliantly. “Christmas shopping. Some of us actually have friends and family.” His eyes narrowed ever so slightly and if possible became blacker. Intense was a good word for Nic. If you looked it up in the dictionary, his picture was there. That along with the title Sexiest Man on the Planet. But she could not let that effect her judgment when it came to her job. If she wanted to remain Fate, she had to come up with something good. And what was better than a little holiday miracle? Aurora winked. “You want to come along?” “Why not?” Aurora sagged against the door. She hadn’t been expecting that one, not by a long shot. “Okay,” it came out on a puff of air. “How about Crate and Barrel first?” “Lead on, I’ll follow.” He made her nervous. Her skin tingled in electric bursts down her spine and over her entire body. When he reached around her to push open the door, his fingers brushed over hers and she felt the sparks. Oh yeah, she was in good shape.

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After ninety minutes of shopping on Michigan Avenue, Nic was positive he’d lost his mind. What was he thinking? Going Christmas shopping with an employee that seemed to have the uncanny ability to twist his insides into knots was not one of his better ideas. Aurora Devereaux was trouble. No doubt about it. The kind of trouble a man couldn’t afford. Especially when that man was Time. Nic sighed, glancing over the seven bags in Aurora’s hands and the four he’d acquired. “Please tell me, we’re done.”

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Aurora laughed, delight lighting those incredible eyes of hers. “What’s the matter Nic? You not a shopping fiend?” “Hardly.” “Too bad, I had another couple of stores to hit.” “Don’t you think you should consider working today?” Nic had never seen another employee take such a casual, offhand take to the job. It disturbed him on a level that he rarely experienced. Something deeper than mild irritation, it festered and swelled to a point where something had to give. “Most of the other Aspects are working today. You do realize that, don’t you?” She smiled, a bit nervous, a bit cocky, but something inside him tightened. “I am working, Nic.” She shoved at his shoulder and he had the distinct urge to take hold of her wrist and get a good whiff of that perfume she wore. Instead, he simply watched. “Give me some credit, will you?” “I give you a lot of credit, Aurora.” “Really?” One dark auburn brow rose. “I don’t think so.” He turned, facing her as they stepped on an escalator. He noticed she leaned away and took a moment to think about that. Did she not like personal contact or was it him? There was heat. A wall of it that pushed at him and Nic licked his lips at the idea. He didn’t mix business with sex, but what an interesting concept, the idea of he and Aurora tangled on some sheets together. Nic shook that right out of his head and started to turn. “You think you’ve been treated unfairly?” “In some respects, yes.” The escalator brought them to the ground floor. Aurora stepped off and took the lead toward the exit. Nic shuffled her packages under one arm and used the other to reach out and catch hold of her by the upper arm. She squeaked as he brought her to a stop. “What do you mean by that?” “I mean,” Aurora looked pointedly at where his fingers bit into her upper arm. Damn, he was strong. Physically strong. Aurora never let that image roll through her a moment. He was tall and obviously and built like a superhero or something. “You don’t take me seriously. You think I don’t know how to do my job or just treat me like a kid.” His lips twisted as he tried to control a smirk. Was she about to stamp her feet in a fit of temper? His eyes slid over her long, wild mane of coppery red hair. He wanted his hands in it. He wanted to inhale the scent, let the silky softness cover his face. Nic wasn’t sure how it happened but his fingers lifted slowly to her face. The pads of his fingers grazed gently, ever so softly down her cheek and over her lips. His hand turned, palm up as his thumb stroked over her full, incredibly sexy lips. Oh, he wanted a taste, just one small taste of those lips.

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Nic realized he wasn’t breathing, every muscle in his body tightened to burning readiness. His thumb tingled. His blood raged. It was all the more thrilling because it was so completely unexpected. “Oh I take you very seriously, Aurora.” Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand and inhaled, “Oh yes, very seriously.” “This isn’t funny.” His eyes flickered. “I suppose not.” “What are you trying to do?” Aurora touched her lips where his fingers were moments before. Nic could hear the tingle of bells and bright melodies of digital Christmas movie over the store speakers. It all seemed to fade into the distance with her watching him. She smoothed her fingers over her lips as if his touch scorched her. Interesting. “Are you trying to make me flinch? Because I’ve got to tell you, Nic. I don’t run.” Was that what he tried to do? Goad her into making a mistake, then he wouldn’t have to deal with her. Nic didn’t consider himself weak and that sounded like a weak excuse. He flashed a wicked smile. “I’ve always liked a challenge.” “Is that what I am?” “Definitely.” “Interesting,” she moved around him and through the door. “Come on, Nic. I’ll buy you a beer.”

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“How about that?” Cullen MacNamara got a good look around his bar filled to capacity with loud, happy, thirsty holiday shoppers looking for a quick bite to eat before continue their adventure in the mall. “Who would’ve thought a holiday happy hour would go over so well.” “What are you kidding? Obviously, you don’t do a lot of Christmas shopping.” His bar back, Shayne, grimaced as she stacked glasses in the rack. “I need an Irish coffee just get up the courage to brave those crowds.” “They’re going to suck us dry if we’re not careful.” Cullen ran his fingers through his thick auburn hair, ignoring it as it spilled over his forehead. “Like that’s a bad thing.” His grin was contagious, more like a smirk but filled with good humor. “Maybe we need to put up some decorations, eh?” Shayne stopped stacking and stared. “You? Scrooge?” Cullen poured two martinis for a waitress and a glass of house wine. “Just because I don’t come wrapped in shiny paper and bow doesn’t mean I’m Scrooge.” “Yeah, sure.”

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“Besides, I delivered a dose of Christmas cheer this morning.” Cullen’s grin remained as he remembered the grumpy little chicken, uh, partridge he’d come across in the electronics store. How could anyone that cute be sad during the holidays? She said she had a boyfriend; maybe he was the source of her tears. Cullen drew himself back into the conversation with Shayne. “Okay, just to prove I’m in the spirit, take the rest of the afternoon off.” Cullen passed a couple of beers to patrons down at the end of the bar. He imagined Shayne stood behind him with a shocked expression. “And in return, you can pick up some decorations. Lights and stuff for the bar.” “Uh-huh.” “Go on, get. Before I change my mind.” “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Cullen nodded. The slight burr in his voice deepened usually signaled irritation. People crowded in to the pub style sports bar. “Wes will be here in an hour. I think I’ll survive, love. Now, go on with yourself before I decide on overtime.” “Fabulous. Thanks, Cullen. I’ll be in early with the decorations. This is going to be great.” “I’m sure you’ll make Mac’s proud.” Shayne snatched up her coat and hurried out the door. Cullen turned his attention back to the bar and began picking up orders from the three waitresses working the bar and grill area. Cullen enjoyed teasing Shayne only because she bit so quickly on his pranks. However, the truth was, Mac’s did a great deal of business and he was more than thankful for it. Especially during the holidays. People enjoyed good food in a festive atmosphere and Cullen would be more than happy to provide. To Cullen, the holidays presented a unique business opportunity and little else.

Let others

merriment create a unique setting for him to expand his business, he didn’t mind. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the holidays. He liked them well enough. The food, the friends, Cullen always had a lot of invitations. He just didn’t feel the magic. The connections with family. His relatives were scattered across the country and everyone seemed entangled in their own lives. Cullen was the youngest, unmarried, and without children. A double whammy as far as his mother was concerned. For safety sake, Cullen decided to spend the holidays at home this year. Cullen frowned as he scooped out two more servings of the hot toddy mix. If it wasn’t for this one little glitch, his life would continue cruising along with no speed bumps. He didn’t like bumps in the road and did his best to steer around them. However, this problem with Beckwith’s books was turning into a pain.

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He owned the property along the block out right and had leased it to the bookstore for the past five years. If Mac’s didn’t need the property for parking, he’d renew the lease. Well, maybe not. His attorneys had commented that the owner of Beckwith’s had been less than amiable recently. He figured Scrooge had nothing on him when he went over to the bookstore tomorrow to let the owner know of the eviction. Too bad the date was Christmas. But, he didn’t have much choice there. The construction crew needed to demolish the building and turn it into a parking garage was available after the first of the year. He needed to have the other business cleared out by then. Cullen sighed, sometimes you needed to play hardball. He didn’t like it but when it came to Mac’s he was willing to do just about anything. The woman strolled into the bar in a flurry of red hair. She squeezed up to the bar while keeping the cell phone plastered to the side of her head. Cullen didn’t normally sputter at the sight of a beautiful woman, but this one was impressive. Evidently, ninety percent of the other male patrons felt the same way. Cullen managed to get a grip on his eyes as the woman strolled in with a purpose. A tall man carrying several shopping bags trailed behind her. He knew from experience with his sisters, you didn’t want to tick a redhead off on purpose.

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Aurora leaned across the bar and smiled, “Can I get one of those Poinsettia martinis? And a beer for tall, dark and pain-in-my-ass.” She pointed back at Nic who somehow managed to slide the bags into the booth and still make room for the two of them. “Sure thing.” The bear of a man went to mix the holiday drink and ended up with several other orders. She noticed he barely had time to deliver the drink before a crowd of bedraggled holiday shoppers descended on him. Nic looked at her colorful drink and at his own beer. “So what’s this about, Aurora?” She raised her glass and sipped at the martini.

It was icy, sweet and with just a hint of

pomegranate. “Him, I think.” Nic followed her gaze over to the bartender. She tapped in a few entries with her stylist onto the PDA and swiveled it around so that Nic could see. “His name is Cullen. He owns this bar and a few buildings on the block. He’s about to turn some of the older ones into a parking lot.” “Okay.” “One of them is owned by Sabrina Beckwith.”

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“All right,” Nic lifted the beer and swallowed. “What does that have to do with anything?” “It could have a great deal to do with my holiday plan.” Aurora tapped in a few more items and smiled. “Would you like to tell me what this holiday plan is about?” She winked, “Only if you want to be included in it.” “You know the rules, Aurora. At least, I think you do.” Aurora sighed and let her tongue trail over the candy cane rim. She caught his eyes over the rim of her glass. His black eyes, more like midnight flame that threatened to ensnare and spellbound. It was almost like playing with a python. How close could you get until he struck? “I think,” she smiled slowly, hoping to influence Time a bit, “that Cullen and Sabrina belong together and the holidays are the perfect time.” Nic flashed teeth so white, they nearly blinded against his olive complexion. “I don’t recall giving you permission to play Cupid.” “Oh come on, Nic. It’s the holidays. Give me a little slack.” Nic finished his beer and got to his feet. “I’ll see you back at the office.” Aurora saw a thousand scenarios flash through her mind and later, when she had time to think about it, she’d wonder why. She caught up to Nic as he reached the heavy wood and glass doors of the entrance to Mac’s. There was garland shining in the sunlight and above their heads was a cluster of mistletoe dangling from a pretty red ribbon. “Hey Nic.” “Hmm?” He turned back to look at her and she saw the shock in his eyes when she wrapped her arm around his neck. Her mouth was the barest whisper from his. Aurora inhaled the subtle cologne he wore. She pressed her breasts deliberately against the firm muscles of his chest and her entire body shimmered in reaction. His eyes bore into hers and she didn’t blink. “You don’t want to defy tradition, do you?” His eyes wandered over her face as one hand came up to cup her jaw line. His hand was gentle, the touch of his skin on hers slightly rough and more exciting than she could possibly ever imagine. Aurora’s lips moved. She wasn’t sure if she meant to say something, but when he used the pad of his thumb to stroke slowly over her mouth, all conscious thought drifted out of her ears like a puff of smoke. She hadn’t intended for anything remarkable to happen. She kissed the corner of his mouth, pressing against his lips softly. Just a friendly holiday kiss, that’s all. Nothing. It meant nothing. Her fingers curled in the thick, silky black strands of hair at his neck. Oh God.

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He angled his mouth over hers and parted her lips on her next breath. His tongue swept across hers and Aurora fell against him hard. She tasted the hops of the beer, caramel and something darker and far more dangerous than she ever possibly imagined. Her pulse kicked into fourth gear and blood sped through her body. She was suddenly so hot and wet, her only thought was finding some place they could be alone. This was impossible. Totally. Absolutely impossible. And it was the most deliciously wicked sensation. His hand slid down her back to grip her waist and Aurora snuggled closer to Nic. He was all hard, lean muscle and right now, there was enough heat coming off him the two of them could self-combust. A blast of cold air and laughter blew them apart as effectively as a fire hose on full spray. What seemed like a crowd of holiday shoppers filed through the open door and pushed past them on their way to the bar. She saw it instantly. Nic closed up. His eyes grew darker, shuttered and he seemed more stone than man. Even the icy Chicago air wasn’t enough to cool her off. Maybe an ice bath later? Obviously, she needed to get out more. Because looking at Nic, it was pretty clear he wasn’t the least bit effected. “I’ll see you back at the office.” Nic shifted around two people as they came into Mac’s and was out the door before Aurora felt she could even see straight. “Whoah! You two ought to enter the Mistletoe contest.” The bear of a bartender stood next to her with a huge grin on his face. Aurora snapped back into reality. Ignoring the tingle in her lips, she turned to face him. “Sorry, what?” He laughed, “Boyfriend?” She nearly snorted, “Boss.” “Well now.” Aurora held up a hand, “Hey can you watch my stuff for a sec?” “Sure no problem.”

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CHAPTER THREE

“Nic!” Aurora raced out the door to Mac’s and dodged through holiday shoppers to catch up to the main retreating toward Michigan Avenue. He stopped and turned slowly. Aurora ignored tweak of pain in her arch as she trotted down the sidewalk in new heels. She really needed to buy sensible shoes if she planned chasing her boss. Oooh, now that was a Freudian slip. Or was it? “What is it, Aurora?” She blinked at the chilly tone. Her words caught in her throat and she coughed. “I need your help with this, if you don’t mind.” He drew his brows together. “There isn’t anything here for you.” “Just meet me at the corner by Beckwith’s books tonight at eleven.” “Why would I do that?” Aurora stepped up to him until she stood barely a breath away. She winked and raised her hand to his chin. Deliberately, she swiped at his bottom lip with her thumb. “Because I just saved you the embarrassment of trying to explain to your minions why you came back to the office with pink lipgloss on your lips.” He smiled. She’d never seen anything like it. Brilliant white teeth formed a slightly predatory, terribly sexy grin and Aurora was lost. She knew as her heart tripped and fell right into Nic’s hands that she was in some serious trouble here. He winked. Almost like he knew. Well, she was in some deep serious shit if Nic Avalon could add mind reading to his various skills. She watched him walk away and decided she really needed another drink. Or twelve.

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The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur for Cullen. Several times, he caught himself thinking about the young woman in the electronics store. Wondering how she would spend the holidays, if she enjoyed evenings by the fireplace made Cullen’s blood turn hot. Chastising himself for wasting time on a

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woman he’d never see again, Cullen concentrated on the bar crowd. Here was a perfectly gorgeous woman in front of him, and his only thoughts were for the cute little partridge. By the time he got out of the sports bar, the football game was well underway and he was late for his date with Jessica. Jessica would warp right past irritation into fury because he forgot about the date. Cullen wanted a shower, pizza and a beer and not necessarily in that order. He knew Jessica would blow a fuse and he didn’t blame her. They’d dated for about two years now without any serious emotions catching either of them unaware. They were comfortable, had a good time and neither seemed ready for a commitment. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called Jessica. She answered on the third ring and she didn’t sound happy. “You’re late.” Cullen headed down the street to his car. “That’s why I’m calling.” He unlocked the truck and started to climb in. “I’m beat, Jess. Can I take a rain check on tonight?” Silence greeted him on the other end of the line and Cullen felt irritated vibes projected on him. “Sure, Cullen. I mean, why not? It’s not like we’ve got anything serious going on. I’ll just call Pam. No problem. In fact, why don’t we just call it quits? You know, you’ve probably got better things to do than waste your time on a relationship that isn’t going anywhere. I know I do.” She hung up on him. Cullen glanced at the phone as if it’d grown ears and a tail. Where did that come from? Cullen grimaced as the keys slipped from his hand. Well, another girlfriend down the drain. He turned to pluck the keys out of a puddle of ice and noticed a couple across the street engaged in a heated conversation. Cullen didn’t eavesdrop, but there appeared something familiar about the young woman. Then, he smiled. It was his little chicken. Uh, partridge. The words to that old Christmas song drifted by... My true love gave to me, a Partridge... Cullen jerked himself out of his musings be he started across the street to say hello. What was he thinking? He didn’t know this girl, the odd thing was he suddenly wanted to.

Sabrina stared at Jason. That was all she could do. Just stare. The shock rippling through her must’ve stalled her heart. She was positive it wasn’t beating and she couldn’t recall breathing. Inhaling sharply, a surge of giggles bubbled up inside her and she choked them back. She honestly thought she would dump Jason, not the other way around. Not to be mean or anything, there was that giggle again. Sabrina covered her mouth with a hand. There just wasn’t much

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spark between them. No pepper, fire or pizzazz, not the kind she always dreamed of, hoped for. The kind of heat you got when you ran into someone in a most unexpected setting. Sabrina sighed, again with the man at the electronics store. Recognizing the shock didn’t occur from a broken heart, Sabrina sucked in the beating her ego took and gathered her senses. How many women fantasized about men who looked like Santa? She wondered if her love life could use a health exam. Not many people considered Santa sexy, right? Jason Mavroni glanced at her with petulant irritation.

“Come on, you really can’t be this

surprised.” “Surprised?” She swallowed the nails and sawdust in her throat as the word came out more like a croak. “You’re kidding me, right?” Sabrina jostled her brain into this dilemma. “Was it the present, Jason? I mean, I know we said we weren’t going to buy each other presents this year. With you visiting your parents in Florida this year. I shouldn’t have given it to you already. It wasn’t good decorum.” “Decorum? Geez, Sabrina. It had nothing to do with the stupid present.” Jason shifted his weight back and forth. “Look, I wanted to do this in person. I figured I owed you that much, I just wasn’t expecting you to make a scene.” “Well, then tell me what I did.” Her eyes stung, as the winter wind blew flakes of ice about. If she’d been in love with Jason, Sabrina might wonder what sort of inadequacy she was guilty of and furiously reminded herself that deep down she knew this day would come eventually.

“I don’t

understand. Why now?” Sabrina glanced around like a frightened bunny and noticed the vibrant woman from this morning returning to Beckwith’s to pick up her purchase. With her was a man that Sabrina could only describe with the word, powerful. She didn’t want this to turn into a scene and sure enough Sabrina’s bad luck held. The woman stopped near the entrance and hesitated. Great, Sabrina turned back to Jason, knowing the woman had overheard. Today must be the day for Sabrina Beckwith’s dying of extreme embarrassment. The chicken incident and now the dumping on Michigan Avenue. Could life be anymore perfect? “It wasn’t anything you did. I guess, I didn’t think we were that serious. After all, we’ve never slept together. And, when Rachel called, well...” Sabrina drew up short, her hands fisting at her sides. Cold, icy wind swirled down the street about them and her breath came out in a puff. “Rachel? As in your ex-girlfriend Rachel?” The pain in Sabrina’s chest, she recognized instantly as the sting of heartburn. Maybe this was the payback for thinking she’d be dumper instead of the dumpee.

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Her shallow breathing became an effort to control her rising blood pressure when she saw him start across the street. There he was, big, handsome hunky Santa dressed in a green sweater and dark jeans. He waved, smiled and continued toward her totally oblivious to the stark fact he would soon witness the destruction of her once normal ego. Jason smiled, all polish and glitter, mistaking Sabrina’s quiet tone for acceptance. If he’d known better, he would’ve seen the something strangely resembling steam pouring out her ears as well. “We’ve been seeing each other for over a month now and last night I asked her to marry me.” “Laurie Partridge, right?” The man had a voice like Irish whiskey. You could just melt into him. Her eyes misted dreamily considering such a delightful dilemma. Sabrina heard the front bell to Beckwith’s ring hastily as the woman entered the store. She smiled thinly at Jason. “That’s great. Just great. You have a good life, okay?” She watched as Jason took a more relaxed, relieved stance totally ignoring the stranger next to Sabrina. After all, dumping your girlfriend right before the holidays could get hairy. Especially when you were seeing your ex and were already engaged. “Well Jason, I hope you have a great holiday.” Sabrina stopped, she said “great” too many times. She hated when she repeated herself. “Thanks for stopping by.” Jason hugged her tightly. Sabrina felt the urge to kick him in his over zealous libido but refrained. “See, I knew you’d take it well. Maybe we can all go out for dinner sometime.” He released her, glanced at the man beside her and jogged to his car. With a wave and a flash of that smile, Jason Mavroni drove out of Sabrina’s life. “Now that was awkward.” “You think?” “Let’s try this then.” Cullen extended his hand and took hers in a warm grasp. “I’m Cullen. And, you’re not really Laurie Partridge are you?” Maybe it was the cold air, maybe she just felt an extra charge from the emotional scene or maybe she really did feel the arch of sensation when Cullen took hold of her hand. “I thinking this is the day hell freezes over.” Sabrina turned sharply and collided with Aurora as she came out of the bookstore. “Oh, sorry about that.” She waved at where she and Jason broke up. “No worries.” Aurora smiled, kindly, noticed Cullen and an idea began to form. She could see the lines of strain around Sabrina’s pretty face and knew right then and there, she would help the young woman. Even if it was her last act as Fate, Sabrina Beckwith needed another chance with fate. Aurora clucked her tongue at Sabrina. “You can do better, you know? He looks like a good start.” Deliberately,

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she tucked her arm with Nic’s as a gust of winter wind twisted past them. Bells jingled, lights blinked and Aurora felt like she’d stepped into a holiday movie. It must’ve occurred to Sabrina that her hand still linked with Cullen’s. Oddly enticing, warm and somewhat calloused. Sabrina reluctantly released her grasp. “I can’t run a business well, not to mention my love life.” Her brain felt muddled like a cold invaded her system. That was the reason she spilled her guts to a stranger, right. But, Aurora witnessed Jason dumping Sabrina, so hell, she probably figured Aurora was a member of the family now.

She laughed, a self-depreciating sound and decided to grin and bear the

embarrassment. Aurora knew Sabrina tried not to sound pathetic. “Time to go, Nic.” “Is it? And we’re having such a good time here?” He grinned, “So Aurora was just telling me the two of you should go out some time.” He moved his index so that it pointed between Sabrina and Cullen. “The holidays and all that.” Aurora wondered how many times could her ego go through the meat grinder in a day without feeling like overcooked spaghetti. She considered stamping on Nic’s instep but he rotated so that he stood behind her with his arms draped casually around her neck. His fingers dangled innocently above her breasts and Aurora’s breath came out on a hiss. She wanted him to squeeze, to pinch, to taste. Aurora chuckled weakly, “Hey, I told a bunch of people about your store today.” She shrugged, shifting the books to another hand, hoping to nudge Nic’s fingers away from her instantly erect tits. “Maybe it will help.” “Maybe. I’m sure it couldn’t hurt. Well, I think my friend’s locked up the store. Thanks, I really appreciate your business.” Sabrina started around the corner and hoped that Carly had the store tucked in for the night. Aurora felt a surge of protectiveness. Like it or not, someway or another, she would give Sabrina a new outlook. They rounded the corner to the parking lot and Aurora saw Sabrina’s friend waving at her. “Well, you have a good evening. And don’t forget what I said, you can do a whole lot better.” “Yeah, Cullen seems like a good guy. He’s got a great business, money. Property. You never know about these things.” Aurora shifted the books and rolled into Nic’s arms. “Nic, sweetie, I know you could do better things with your mouth right now than just blab.” Cullen laughed, “Boss, yeah right.” Nic grinned at Cullen letting his arms fall to his sides but not before accidentally skimming the curve of her breasts. Aurora’s elbow slammed into his abdomen and met solid steel. “Stop that,” she hissed under her breath.

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He leaned forward, bending his lips to her ear. “Tell me you don’t like it.” Aurora squeezed her eyes shut. She needed to lie. Yes, she did. Trouble was, Aurora wasn’t the best liar. She bit the inside of her cheek. “Stop.” Sabrina nodded, probably wondering about a stranger’s empathy toward her non-existent love life. Aurora noticed they were all staring at her and Nic. That was the last thing she needed. Fate needed to remain unobtrusive in all things. And here she was creating a scene along with her very sexy, very evil boss.

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“Are you trying to get pneumonia or something?” Another woman chastised, passing Sabrina the keys and her purse. “You’d think a twenty-eight year old woman who’s lived in Chicago for eighteen years would know better.” “I’m thinking the fire of my amazing anger will keep me warm.” The woman laughed, sympathetically. “I’m not going to say a word. You know how I felt about that guy.” Then she ran her eyes over Cullen, Aurora, and Nic. “Hi, I’m Carly.” A twisted smile curled Sabrina’s lips. “You’d think he’d have the decency to let me break up with him first.” “True, true. But, decency and class is something I’d never accuse Jason Mavroni of having.” Sabrina laughed, loud and hard. “I can’t blame him, I guess. I’m just mad he beat me to the punch. Better yet, with his ex-girlfriend.” “Oh Sabrina, you’re kidding?” The woman wrapped an arm around her for a quick squeeze. “Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight? Kip’s making his infamous chili and the kids and I could use some support.” “Much as I would love some of Kip’s volcano chili, I think I’m going to get a pizza and watch an old movie.” “You’re sure? The kid’s would love to entertain you.” “I’m positive. Really.” The smile wasn’t forced. A light came to her eyes as she appreciated the love and support of her oldest friend. “But, I will take a rain check.” Carly climbed into her car. “I’ll see you in the morning then. Nice meeting you all.” With a wave, she started her car, waiting for Sabrina to get into her own vehicle before driving away. “Have dinner with me?”

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Sabrina stared. Luckily, her apartment was near by so she could almost smell the cheese pizza from the local takeout. She could tuck herself under a nice fuzzy blanket, sip a glass of red wine and enjoy her pizza. Maybe put on a nice old holiday movie and try to sort out the wild twist in her normally steady life. Apparently, someone decided to make her the heroine some rotten Grinch controlled movie where everything possible in her life went uncontrollably wrong.

Aurora eyed the young woman

carefully. There was fear of the unknown. She also saw the doubt and above all of it, intrigue. Aurora had done the research. Sabrina Beckwith was a good person, kind, considerate, that’s how friends described her. But, bad things happened to good people all the time. How did she figure she’d become exempt? The bills stacked up, the bookstore floundered and her employees were out of work on Christmas. “Go ahead, Sabrina. You could do worse than a guy like Cullen MacNamara.” Aurora could’ve cheerfully slugged Nic in the face. Evidently, Sabrina had no idea. She watched the shock and utter disgust drift over her face. “What the hell was that?” She punched Nic in the arm. She knew Sabrina couldn’t comprehend an easy way to get through this. She watched things click into place and Sabrina, calmly, walked to her car, got in and drove away. Aurora knew Sabrina received another evil notice from the lawyers representing MacNamara Development. If she wanted to keep the property Beckwith Books currently inhabited, she would need to purchase it outright before Christmas. Fat chance.

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CHAPTER FOUR

“You son of a bitch! What the hell was that?” Aurora shoved at Nic’s chest and he was glad the front of Beckwith’s books had cleared. All that remained was the winter wind and Aurora’s steamy temper. “I told you not to play Cupid.” It didn’t matter to him her insolence or the fact that she seemed to enjoy shoving at him. “And what gives you the right to interfere with Fate?” She shoved again at his chest and this time, her fingers curled in the front of his jacket, digging in. “Aurora, you don’t realize what you’re saying?” “Why on earth would you want to hurt that girl like that? That was just fucking rotten, Nic.” He could feel it. The blazing intensity of her anger, hit him like a fiery brand against his skin. It was exhilarating and it never should’ve been. He should’ve been irritated. Instead, he was intrigued. And the more she intrigued him, the harder it was to remember who was in charge here. “Maybe it was rotten,” his lips curled slightly at the comment. “But you were warned.” “Oh big fat, fucking, hairy deal!” She moved back, tossing her hair away from her face and Nic would’ve sworn he saw fire. She had the most beautiful auburn hair. It was dark, with hints of antique gold shimmering in the strands. Nic blinked. Damn it, she made it hard to concentrate. She made him hard with just a flash of those eyes and if she smiled, his blood was out of control. “Watch your tongue.” She spun on her heel and glared at him. “Watch my tongue? What are you my dad now?” “Aurora, my feelings for you aren’t the least bit fatherly.” Nic practically growled under his breath, “Never mind the fact that I’m your boss.” “Well that how about pointing them into a nice, happy holiday direction instead of trying to fuck with me and my job?” “Fucking you has crossed my mind.” He wasn’t sure he meant to say that aloud. In fact, he was pretty damn sure he didn’t. But from Aurora’s stunned expression, it was worth it. She seemed perplexed, shock trickling through her system as she tried to figure out if he was kidding. Oh, he wasn’t kidding. That was the part he had trouble with. He wanted her. It kicked him in the gut the moment he first met her and it hadn’t gotten any better. He could imagine spending the night tasting her and every day he say her made it harder. It made him harder if it was possible and after that

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kiss today, he didn’t know how to get away from it. It clawed at him like some sleeping cat stretching after a long nap and digging into him much too sharply. It twisted, burned, and caught him hard in a grip that if he wiggled the grip only tightened. What to do with Aurora? That was an interesting concept. She stared at him, her lips slightly parted. The icy breeze twirled her hair about while Christmas bells rang in the night. He moved closer and used one hand to brush her hair away from her eyes, “If I’d known that would shut you up, I’d have said it awhile ago.” Her eyes went to his hand and then met his. Lightning arched and flashed between them. “So when I file my complaint, who exactly do I file it with?” Nic lifted a brow. “You want to complain? About how you’ve been treated or about that kiss you laid on me earlier?” Aurora practically gnashed her teeth at him. “I don’t think I was the only participant there.” She smiled viciously. “I’m pretty sure you were all in there, buddy.” “You have a lot to learn, Aurora.” He made a small gesture with his hand and smiled as she stared at the gift in her hand. It was silver and gold and fairly heavy and it would solve all her trouble with Cullen and Sabrina if she used it appropriately. “Good night.” He started walking ignoring the boiling blood and faintly unsatisfactory way the night ended.

Aurora opened the card and read it twice before it clicked. Merry Christmas, Nic. She opened the box and found a jar labeled ‘Hot Chocolate’ and she stared at it for quite some time as a plan formed. And when she was ready, Aurora entered Beckwith books with the hot chocolate all the while wondering if she could unwrap Nic at the company Christmas party.

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Her feet crunched on the mix of sludge and ice as Sabrina tramped her way from the parking lot to the employee entrance of Beckwith’s. Cold, crisp air blew around through the buildings along Michigan Avenue. Still it managed to penetrate Sabrina’s body, even under layers of fabric, scarf, knitted cap and mittens. You’d think she’d be used to it by now, but the invasive cold that gripped the city took a lot to adapt to.

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She resembled an icicle by the time she grabbed the handle on the door. Sabrina felt the blast of heat as she opened the door and scurried quickly inside. Wiping her feet on the mat in the office, she shrugged out of her coat and shook her arms to get the blood flowing. Making her way out of the office, Sabrina found Carly and Kim assisting a smattering of customers. Even a few bodies were enough to give Sabrina hope. Carly waved her over to the counter where she finished up with a customer. “How was your pizza?” Sabrina grinned. “Not bad, the chili?” Now Carly grinned. “You’ll find out. I figured on a day like today we could use all the warmth we could get. So I brought enough leftovers for everybody.” Not knowing whether to laugh or cry Sabrina simply nodded. “Are we going to need the fire extinguisher?” “Most definitely. I brought some antacids for those weak of heart.” Carly giggled reaching behind the counter and pulling out a good sized, brown paper wrapped box. She sat in on the counter in front of Sabrina. “Hey, that customer that was here yesterday brought this by. She said it got delivered to her office by mistake.” Sabrina leaned over to examine the package. “Really? Who’s it from?” “Beats me. Why not open it?” The recipient address was hers, but she hadn’t ordered anything recently. She glanced up at Carly as Kim slid her a hot cup of the oil she called coffee. “What do you think it is? I haven’t ordered anything for the store.” “All the more reason to open the thing, Sabrina.” “Oh yeah, you’re right.” Grimacing, she slid a finger around the corner of the wrapping and tore the paper away. Opening the box, she sifted through the Styrofoam peanuts and pulled out a jar labeled “Magic Spice.” Digging around, she caught hold of another jar of what appeared to be ground chocolate.

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“Oh wow, I’m so glad you girls are open already,” Aurora breezed into the shop and her eyes lit on the chocolate. “Great, I could really use a cup.” Aurora knew how this would play out if she could just get them to make a pot of that chocolate. Once that scent of that chocolate filled the air, crowds would flock to Beckwith books and Sabrina would save her shop. Of course, she’d have another problem by then. Aurora smiled to herself as Carly

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began making the cocoa. The problem would come when Sabrina fell hopelessly in love with Cullen MacNamara. The sinfully rich scent of silky chocolate filled the air and Aurora licked her lips. It wouldn’t be long now and everyone would have a jolly Christmas. She accepted a steaming cup from Sabrina and grinned, “This smells fabulous!” Aurora left the store, patting herself on the back for a job well done. Now, it was time to shop for a dress for the Christmas party. Something that would make Nic Avalon’s tongue hit the floor. She wanted to make him squirm, beg, and be so hard for her that he couldn’t even think straight. And then, she might just turn him down. Aurora entered Neiman’s with grin. Who the hell was she kidding? She wanted him so bad, she was starting to imagine him naked every time she saw him. That made time at Immortality Incorporated a very long, hot day even in the middle of December.

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Nic walked the corridors of Immortality Incorporated ignoring the typical manic chaos that reigned during the day. His mind was on a great many things from requests in the Martini Lounge for a Holiday party budget, to how the other Aspects integrated with Fate. Nic adjusted the knot of his tie and checked his watch. He hadn’t seen Aurora in three days and it was starting to grate on his nerves. He wasn’t sure if she was the most incompetent incarnation he’d ever met, or simply the most flamboyant. She’d taken Desire and two assistants shopping again for the proper attire for the Holiday party. Nic had never had his employees hijacked before and it irritated the hell out of him. She irritated the hell out him and he needed an outlet. Frustration was something completely unfamiliar to Nic. He didn’t like it. The constant ache, the driving unquenchable need and it all centered around Aurora. Frustration came with side effects, a dull pounding in his skull centered right behind his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he ate. In fact, Scotch seemed to be his food of choice recently. “Hey Nic, I just got a blimp on a couple down the street.” Nic paused before his hand could hit the elevator. He turned to face Damon Murrietta, better known as Cupid at Immortality Incorporated. Long black hair was tied back in a leather band, Damon had chalk all over his hands and wore a loose fitting sleeveless tee. “Been rock climbing, Cupid?” The other man flashed white teeth beneath two days growth of beard. “Gotta keep an edge.” He held up his PDA in front of Nic. “So what is this?”

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Nic knew what it was without even looking. Sabrina Beckwith and Cullen MacNamara were in love.

By Christmas eve, Cullen would propose and Aurora would happily flaunt it in his face.

“Nothing.” Cupid’s light gray eyes narrowed and darkened. He sniffed, rubbed his jaw and thought about it for a moment. His lips twisted. “Nothing?” “That’s what I said.” Cupid tucked the PDA into one of the many pockets of his wrinkled paints. “Whatever you say boss.” He tightened the band around his hair. “This some sort of test for the new chick?” Nic tilted his head. Despite Cupid’s somewhat rough appearance, Mr. Murrietta went through women like he did a six pack of beer. Evidently, women found him appealing and he didn’t like the idea of Aurora being one of them. “The new chick?” Cupid grinned. “Yeah, the hot redhead, what’s her name? Ariel? Think she’s got a date for the party?” “Since when do you attend company parties?” He winked, “Since my boss hired a new Fate.” The man strolled away with a confident gait. “Guess I need to go rent a tuxedo.” Nic slapped his keycard through the elevator entry. He ground his teeth together until his jaw hurt. It was completely out of character for him to maneuver one Aspect around another. He didn’t interfere in their work. That’s why he hired them because they were capable employees. Now, he’d helped Aurora so that she could get past her probationary period and remain as Fate. Why? He punched the button indicating the bottom floor of the building. Might as well make his day and check in on the party planners down in the Martini Lounge.

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CHAPTER FIVE

“Silver and gold is classic!” “So is red and green.” “What about burgundy?” “Did anyone check the wine list?” Nic’s mind, body and eyes were assaulted by the wild, glittering, sparkling, shiny decorations filling the usually elegant casual décor in the employee lounge. Lights twinkled, giant ornaments hung everywhere, there was garland, flowers, Nic looked around. Santa Claus, reindeers, angels, good grief, where did it end? Nick walked over to the bar where two of the bartenders polished glasses. “What the hell is this?” Puck laughed. “You hired them, not me.” “Get rid of them. Now, and get this cleaned up.” He scooped up a bottle of Scotch from behind the bar and decided to make an early day of it. He stepped into the elevator and punched the intercom. “I want Aurora Devereaux in my office now.” Her assistant answered, “She’s not in the office sir.” “I don’t care where she is. I want her in my office in ten minutes.” “Yes sir.” Two seconds later, his office intercom blinked. Nic passed a hand over the display and Aurora’s face appeared. “Unless you want me to walk naked down Michigan Avenue, you’re going to have to give me more than ten minutes.” The idea of Aurora naked did strange things to his mind. His body reacted instinctively. He was rock hard and his blood practically burned through his veins. “While the idea of you naked is appealing, I think I’d prefer a more private setting.” “Nic, what’s this about?” “I need to talk to you.” Aurora arched a brow at him. “About?” “I’ll tell you when you get here.” She shifted from one foot to the other and Nic got a glimpse of where her breast began to curve. Her skin was smooth, a soft creamy ivory that he needed to touch, taste and explore. It didn’t matter that

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he had no business thinking that. He had no right to want anything from her. He meant to live his life as a solitary existence. Nic knew that but he was still a man. “If you want to fire me or something like that, go ahead and do it now. It’ll save me the cash I’m about to lay out on this dress.” Those eyes sparked and she winked. “Got to look good for my date.’ “Aurora, if I planned on firing you, I would’ve done it by now.” Frustration crawled through him like a wicked, thorny vine. It twisted him into knots and squeezed so hard he thought he thought he’d lose his breath. Then it dawned on him what she’d just said. “Date?” She had a date? Jealously cut a path through him with a rusty dull blade. “Who is it?” His words came out harsh and angry and Nic knew he would cheerfully tear Cupid apart. A glimmer of interest sparkled in her eyes. “What do you care?” “Aurora,” he warned softly. She laughed, apparently quite pleased with herself. “I thought I’d go with you.” Nic clicked the communication off without another word. He glanced quickly over all the screens in his office displaying the wonders of humanity in all their glory. Things this time of year generally settled down. There was still suffering, death, crime and a host of other worries, but holidays typically, weren’t hard to maintain. Rubbing the back of his neck, he debated examining the Web of Creation. With it, Nic had the ability to see into the past or future. He could pull the threads belonging to him and Aurora and discover what was in store for them. Then, he could put this longing to rest. Nic dismissed that idea by crushing it into a dust and sweeping it away. He didn’t use the threads to cheat or play god. He wanted to, damn it. He needed to know what this was, the constant hunger, and the raging need. His body nearly vibrated when she was near him and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. And because of that, he needed to stay away from Aurora Devereaux.

By the time Aurora returned to Immortality Incorporated, Nic’s first assistant informed her that Nic was gone for the day. Aurora wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. Obviously, the man didn’t know how to take a joke. She’d said he was her date at the Christmas party just for shits and grins, not to piss him off. Although, she did seem to excel at pissing the man off. Why she didn’t know? Sometimes, she just couldn’t help herself. This past couple of weeks, she’d discovered it was an entertaining hobby.

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She needed to get out more. Aurora glanced at her nails. Maybe a manicure would clear her head. She’d spent way too much time contemplating Nic Avalon recently. Especially when he didn’t appear to share her interest in continuing their exploration of each other, funny Aurora thought he was more adventurous. He sure kissed like he was more adventurous. Aurora still tingled with the memory of her little mistletoe escapade. She’d never responded to anyone like that before. She wanted him. It didn’t have a damn thing to do with her job. She’d toss the job right now if it meant a hot and heavy night with Nic. Aurora huffed slightly, this was just terrific. She finally met a man that could heat her up and it was over before it started. Well, one thing Aurora wasn’t was a quitter. She didn’t give up, she was resilient and tenacious and damn but this was the most fun she’d had around the holidays in years. She loved her family, but they were a loud, nosey bunch and her sister’s sole purpose in life seemed to get Aurora hooked up with an accountant or a nice doctor. She finally got her mother on the bandwagon too. Now, Aurora had to find a way out of three blind dates set up at her relative’s holiday celebration. Aurora sighed. She’d used the work excuse twice now. She could come down with the flu or something, but that would have the concerned horde descending on her. She didn’t think her parents would buy an excuse. Of course, if she brought a date, Aurora rubbed her hands together. A growl rose in her throat. Who was she going to come up with? She knew who she wanted to come up with. She knew who she wanted to go down with, now the problem was how to convince him. Oh what the hell, what did she have to loose besides another blow to her ego. Picking up her PDA, she pressed the button to dial Nic’s private line. It was supposed to be used only in emergencies. Aurora classified a date with a short, balding accountant as an emergency. “Avalon.” “Nic, it’s Aurora.” “Is this an emergency?” “Yeah, my social life and complete existence as a woman are at stake.” Aurora bit the corner of her fingernail wondering if lying made your nails grow. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie. She had plenty of guys that wanted to go out with her, including that freaky little dude who was Luck at Immortality Incorporated. She’d rather be alone than let him touch her. “What did you say? Something about your existence?” “Glad you listen to me, Nic.”

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“Aurora, you’re only supposed to use this line for emergencies. Not to see how much you can annoy me in a day.” “I need your help.” Nic sighed. “I think I’ve exceeded my limit there. I helped you with your holiday lovebird saga, your job is safe, what more help can I give you?” “I need a date next Saturday.” His voice became impatient. She was wearing him down. A couple more minutes and he would turn to putty in her hands, at least that was her plan. “Aurora, this isn’t a dating agency and I’m not your personal romance planner.” “Maybe you should be.” “And maybe you should remember who you’re talking to.” Aurora held back a giggle. “I know exactly who I’m talking to. Not my boss, I don’t care about him.” “Excuse me?” “That’s right, this isn’t about work, Nic. I want to talk to the guy that made me so hot and wet from one kiss that it’s all I can think about anymore.” “Aurora!” This time she did laugh. “Can you honestly tell me that kiss didn’t do something for you? Because I’m pretty sure that’s been my only coherent thought for the past week.” “Aurora, stop this.” “Geez, Nic! Quit being such a damned prude. It’s not like we’re having phone sex.” She snickered, “Although, it might be fun.” “What do you want, Aurora?” She couldn’t help it. He was an incredibly easy mark. Sexy, delicious and tempting and Aurora desperately needed that in her life. And weren’t the holidays for memories, and sometimes just a hint of magic? There were two choices, take the easy way out of this or the hard way. If she let this go, she’d probably never forgive herself in the long run. Aurora practically heard his anger emanating in waves over the line. She’d never hit on her boss in her life, but with Aurora, anything was a probability. Some people called her impulsive. She like adventurous. She wanted new experiences and love was one of them. Love? “Aurora, I’m waiting.”

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“Yeah, I heard you.” The door to her office opened and Nic walked inside. Aurora’s mouth opened, shut, and opened again. She watched him turn and punch the privacy lock on the door. No outside interruptions when the lock engaged, no matter what. She and Nic locked in a room together. How good could it get? “Now, tell me what do you want.” She could only stare at him. He was devastating when he was angry. And holy shit, he looked positively furious. His dark eyes blazed with a black fire. His jaw rigid. If possible, he appeared taller than his usual imposing height. All tall, dark and terribly dangerous, who would blame a girl for wanting a bite of that? “You want the truth?”

Her eyes swept over his body wondering what was beneath that

outrageously expensive charcoal suit of his. Did he have hair on his chest? Or was it all just smooth muscle that she could stroke her tongue over? “I didn’t come down here to chat.” She shook her head, “I don’t think you can handle the truth.” He moved. It was like a lightning strike. Aurora blinked and he was around her desk and pulling her out of her chair. He yanked her nearly off her feet and into his arms. With her hands pressed against his suit jacket, she could still feel the heat burning off him. His arms wrapped around tightly around her waist, his strong fingers biting into the curve of her hip. Nic lowered his head to breath against her ear. “Start talking.” Aurora drew in a ragged breath. “You expect me to think coherently?” She rubbed her cheek against his beard-roughened jaw. The sensation tripped through her body like a combination lock release. It was more potent than any drug known to man, it ran through her veins with an unnatural fire. A fire she knew only Nic could douse. She ran her mouth over his jaw. “I don’t think I can do that. Not now.” His fingers contracted sharply before his hands slid down over her ass to squeeze and lift her hard against him. Aurora gasped in delight, as she got closer to his erect cock. “Oh God, yes!” She could feel her pussy become slick and wet and just aching with need for him.

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“This is insane,” Nic muttered more to himself than to Aurora. With her mouth running over his throat, Nic felt his body shudder with need. He’d never been so hard in his life, raw and shaking with need.

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Aurora’s phone rang and she jumped. He held her tight as the call went to live voice mail. “Aurora, sweetie! It’s your favorite sister. I just found out Mike Lebowsky will be at Mom’s party this weekend. How exciting is that? An old high school flame! I’ll see ya there.” “Save me, Nic. Please! I’d rather live my life as an old maid than go to that party without a date.” One hand snaked into her fiery red hair, tangling in the silken curls and he yanked her head back so that they were eye to eye. His lips curled slowly into a smile. “You’re kidding me, right?” “No, you don’t know what the holidays are like with my family. I’m the only unmarried, unattached child and it’s driving them and me insane.” She licked her lips before she spoke and Nic wondered if it was nerves or she just tried to drive him insane. “Don’t go.” “What?” Her scent wrapped around him, mysterious, sensual, with a hint of spice and jasmine. It made his fingers itch. He shifted one hand so that it rested around her waist. “I said, don’t go.” “Oh my God, you don’t have any living relatives, do you?” She tried to shake her head but Nic held her fast. “Let me explain it to you, what it’s like to be ostracized and ridiculed by your siblings, your parents look as if they’ve done something wrong and all of it around the Christmas tree.” “Are they crazy?” He couldn’t help it. His lips brushed across her temple and her brow. “Aurora, you are a beautiful, clever woman. I can only assume the reason you’re not with a man is because you choose to be alone.” “Until now.” “Oh, Aurora.” He froze. His grip in her hair loosened. He let those gorgeous strands fall from his fingers. Reluctantly, he released his hold on her waist. It physically hurt him to step back. His veins nearly burst with the heat pounding through him. With an anger he never thought he possessed, he shoved all thought of burying his steel hard cock deep inside her and never looking back. Instead, he turned away slowly. “We can’t do this.” “We haven’t done anything yet, Nic.” “And we won’t.” He released the lock on the door and glanced back. “I don’t get involved with employees.” Her lips twisted, “And if I quit.” He shrugged and walked out the door. Nic spent the rest of the day in the holographic gym. He programmed his opponents based on his level of frustration and anger. He started with a combination of kickboxing and karate then moved on to straight, full on cage fighting. He put every ounce of strength and energy into kicking the crap out of

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computer generated fighters. When he was bruised and exhausted, Nic went up to the penthouse to shower. Every muscle in his body ached in protest, his skull felt as if it’d been split in two during the fights. He let scalding hot water pound into his muscles before switching the spray to ice. He wanted it to drain away all memory of what she felt like, what they could have together. He’d been alone so long and she was everything he ever wanted. Aurora Devereaux meant more to him than anything or anyone he’d ever known.

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CHAPTER SIX

Sitting in Mac’s watching the mad rush of holiday shoppers trying to pick up deals on Christmas Eve, Aurora pondered her on fate. Her finger twirled around the rim of her full martini glass before her eyes went to her watch. Two hours. She should’ve been in her apartment, doing her hair, applying her makeup and sliding into a sinfully expensive beaded gone. Instead, she looked more like Scrooge. She hadn’t seen Nic for two weeks. All her time spent managing a last minute snag with Sabrina and Cullen and of course, her weird relatives. She had all her shopping done. She’d even decided to splurge and go gung ho on decorations for her apartment. It was festive and fun, but it did nothing to cheer her heart. Aurora made colossal errors. She knew that. She had poor judgment, periodically. She always leaped into the fire and never looked once at the frying pan. She had a hot temper and ever hotter passion that seemed untapped. She was a believer in the human spirit, in love and the ability to achieve greater things than anyone could imagine. So why did her love life suck? It sucked because she had the uncanny ability to let her heart and hormones end up ruled by a condition that she had no control over. She couldn’t make him want her, fall in love with her. There it was again. That nasty little four letter word. Aurora lifted the glass to her lips and considered if she had the balls to go to the party, she could make one last stab at it. Why not go out with a bang? After tonight, her life would return to the same dreary after holiday dull drums. Meanwhile, if she could trap Nic under the mistletoe one more time it might get her through the next couple of years of never ending torment. “Hey Aurora, you want to take a look at this for me?” Cullen slid into the stool across from her and flashed the brightest damn diamond she’d ever seen right under her nose. The beacon from the glittering solitaire nearly blinded her. She blinked as tears formed in her eyes. “Oh my God, Cullen! Is that for Sabrina?” He nodded, “I’m surprising her tonight.” She sniffed, “That’s fantastic.” Her lips twisted slightly. “Um, what about the bookstore? I thought you planned on trashing it.”

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“I thought about it. The whole parking lot thing.” He shrugged. “Then I got to know Sabrina and saw that bookstore.” Cullen winked and Aurora started feeling less gloomy. “Besides, have you been in there lately? The place is rockin’ and Sabrina swears it’s the hot chocolate.” “Really?” “Yeah, it’s weird. Anyway, I decided people can walk a half block to get in here. It’s good for them. Just like Beckwith books is.” He snapped the box closed and looked at her closely. “Uh, weren’t you going to a party tonight?” “I haven’t decided yet.” “Ah, okay,” Cullen got to his feet and smiled at her. “Merry Christmas, Aurora.” She couldn’t take it. She wasn’t about to feel sorry for herself. Not anymore. She wanted a holiday she could remember and the only way she would get it was by going to that party. Aurora walked the seven blocks to her apartment, all the while lining up her game plan for the night. If it worked, she was in for the night of her life. If it didn’t well, she could always tuck the tag in her dress. Like hell, she’d keep that dress even if she never wore it again. Chuckling, she let herself into the apartment and headed straight for the shower. She’d be fashionably late, but hey, it might work to her advantage. Aurora stepped into the shower and lathered up with a lavender and vanilla scented gel. She shampooed her hair and ran the conditioner through it. An hour and a half later, Aurora’s hair she managed to twist her wild mass of hair into a French knot. She left tendrils down the side of her face and added long chandelier earrings. She careful applied her makeup adding a bit of glimmer powder as a final touch. A bit of lipgloss and all she needed was the dress. Aurora took it out of the closet and ran her hands over it. This was the most amazing dress she’d ever worn. It was a long sleeved beaded gown. Aurora slipped the silky see through stretch fabric over her head and watched it fall to the floor in silver waves. She couldn’t help it. After slipping on her heels, she spun around to check herself out in the mirror. Okay. She inhaled slowly. Okay. She looked…Aurora smiled to herself as the bell rang for her cab…absolutely amazing.

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The Martini Lounge wasn’t what she’d expected. Hell, she didn’t know what she expected but the first thing she saw was the crystalline ice bar. Colored lights blinked and danced around the lounge. There were tables elegantly decorated with ivory linen and silver accents. Candles flickered, poinsettias and garlands draped around the entrance. Aurora took it in the party. There were at least eighty people in the room and that was just a guess. Aurora waved at a few girls flirting with one of the bartenders. She wasn’t sure, but she thought Pam, Phyllis, Joy, Missy and what was the other girl’s name, oh yeah, Lady Blade all had the hots for Gil. Taking another glance around, she didn’t think there were that many employees at Immortality Incorporated, obviously, she was wrong. “Hey babe, come on in.” A wolf whistle followed. “Damn, you look hot.” Aurora felt a strong sure hand wrap around her waist and lead her into the center of the room. She glanced at the tall man with a smirk and a gleam in his eye and grinned herself. Gil Contrelle was trouble on two feet and he was absolutely gorgeous. Trouble was, he knew it and didn’t have any trouble making sure everyone else knew as well. “Have a seat and I’ll get you a drink.” He pulled out a chair for her and winked. “I’ll have Puck make you something special.” “Puck?” Gil motioned behind him and Aurora leaned across to look at the slightly different appearing bartender. She frowned when she noticed the horns. “Is he house broken?” “No way.” Aurora watched him saunter up to the bar before letting her eyes sweep the lounge. Several people stopped by and said hello, including Desire and the little perv, Luck. Couples danced in shadowy corners to a pulsing jazz. Several employees raided the massive buffet. Aurora could see caviar and pate from her chair. The thought of food made her stomach twist and burn. She was grateful when Gil brought her a drink. “You look incredible.” Gil tilted his head, eyeing her slowly, “And from the looks of things, it’s not me you’re after with that hot little number.” “What?” Gil inclined his head slowly to the private entrance in the corner of the lounge. When Aurora didn’t turn to look, he laughed. “I’ll see you later, Aurora.” Gil got to his feet and moved out of Aurora’s path. “What?” And then, she saw him. With a tuxedo the color of midnight, a black silk shirt and silver bow tie, Aurora’s tongue fell out and hit the floor. The color of night with all its mystery and secrets, that was Nic Avalon. She wanted to

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know those secrets, take her time to explore. She smiled at him and Nic nodded his head in her direction. She got to her feet and started across the room for him. As she walked passed the dance floor, that little weasel called Luck grabbed her around the waist and yanked her out on the floor with him. Aurora yelped, “Let go.” She slapped at his hands as they busily tried to squeeze her breasts and her ass. A few of the little bastard’s friends laughed at their buddy’s boldness. It was like striking a match to her temper. Leaning forward so that she was eye to eye with the troll, Aurora smiled pleasantly. “Do that again, and I will kick your balls so far up into your throat, you’ll choke on them.” “You wear a dress like that. A man can’t help himself.” “You’re far from a man,” she smacked his hand off her ass. Suddenly, a heavy hand on her shoulder had the troll jumping back with his hands in the air, “May I cut in?” Relief blew out her lips on a sigh. “Thank God.” She practically leaned against him and tried not to choke on the laughter bubbling up inside. Good ol’ Luck hauled his ugly butt as far out of Nic’s sight as he could get. She turned to face Nic, “Thanks, I appreciate that.” “It didn’t look right.” The music blended into a soft, sensual number of an old holiday classic. Nic held his arms out and waited for her to move into his embrace. She stepped into the circle of Nic’s arms. Nic held her at a respectable distance, moving slowly to the beat of the song. He glanced down at her and smiled, “This looks right.” “Yes,” she wanted to relax in his arms. The heat vibrating between them was palpable and heady. Aurora could fall into that and let the tide sweep her away. But, she was conscious of several pairs of curious eyes on her and nodded politely, “Yes, it does.” “Aurora.” He twirled her around on the floor and into an easy step to the music. “We can’t do this, you know that.” “Dance? I think we’re doing a real good job at it.” Although if she had her druthers, she’d be a hell of a lot closer to Nic right now. He gave her a dark look. One of thing’s she’d received a lot of from him. “Oh yeah, right. I get it.” The music ended and another bluesy number picked up right where it left off. More people danced and Aurora was grateful for the crowd. It meant she could get closer to him and still maintain propriety. Nic inhaled slowly. His eyes dark and contemplative as he bent his head so that only she could hear, “I want you.”

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She smiled slowly, seductively. “You think I don’t know that?” “What are we going to do?” “Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas.” Aurora’s grip on his shoulder tightened. “Why don’t you let Fate decide?”

He’d seen Aurora the instant he’d arrived at the party. Elegant, beautiful with her hair swept up off her neck and shoulders he could only stare. When she stood and revealed that amazing gown, Nic knew he was lost. Liquid silver with shadowy hints of what lied beneath caught him in an impossibly lovely cage. His throat went dry as she walked toward him. The material stretched and swayed over her breasts and the curve of her hip. Nic’s body felt like he’d stepped into a wildfire. Then Luck grabbed her up and nearly spun her off her feet. Nic experienced another stab of jealously. It was something he’d never tasted until Aurora Devereaux entered his life. The bitter metallic taste wasn’t something he wanted to get used to. He tried to pay attention to several young employees as they engaged him conversation, but all he saw was Aurora. Before he knew what happened, he had his hand protective on Aurora catching the tail end of her threat to Luck. He wanted to laugh, but managed to keep his tongue firmly against his cheek. It took all his control to keep his hands off her. She gripped his outstretched hand curling her fingers around the space between his thumb and forefinger. Her skin was soft, her touch firm. His other hand pressed lightly at her waist and Nic fought for concentration as he realized how see through the fabric of that dress was. He heard himself speaking but wasn’t sure what he said until he heard himself say something he’d promised himself he’d never speak aloud. “I want you.” Dear God, the way she looked right now, he’d go down on his knees and beg for her to give him his release. There was desperation now and it hit him more like a wild storm drenching his body in desire. “Why don’t you let Fate decide?” Why not? Nic knew the answer there, but crushed it into the ground like a cigarette butt. She’d driven him slowly insane. There was know going back and he’d have to face the consequences. He’d never have regrets about her, never allow himself to rethink what he was going to do. He let his hand trail up to the bare skin of her back. His fingers danced across the small of her back reveling in the current dancing between them. He was about to do something he’d never done in all his years as Time.

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He was about to cheat his own system. And he didn’t give a damn. He glanced around the party and suddenly wished everyone gone. His fingers twitched knowing he could accelerate time and get rid of everyone. He could have her alone in seconds. “Aurora! Over here, dear girl!” Nic nearly growled as the music ended and they turned to find Ewan, the ever present entity of Fear holding two plates of food. “I got you something to eat, you looked positively ravenous up there.”

Aurora looked at Nic, then at Ewan. He could see the mask of propriety slide into place. “Sure, uh Ewan. I’m a bit hungry.” Her fingers ran down Nic’s chest as she walked away. Nic went to the bar. He watched Aurora through the night and nursed a whiskey. He bided his time over the next three hours watching the men hit on her. She fended them off with a smile and light flirtation. It was all he could stand as the party threatened to roll into the wee hours. Nic pursed his lips and ordered a bottle of the Cuvee and an ice bucket for later. Much later. He waited until Chaos appeared behind her waiving a sprig of mistletoe. That was all his patience could take. It was Christmas Eve, the hours waning away and he was the only one who would unwrap the gift that was Aurora. Nic got to his feet and walked over to the table where Aurora sat with Jess, Rebecca, Chaos and several other hangers on. He fixed a dark gaze on her from across the table and waited for an answer in her pretty eyes. She looked at him. He saw the longing, the desire matched his own. Nic held up his right hand, pointing toward the east. “Forward, two hours, forty-seven minutes.” Aurora’s eyes skipped over the empty lounge. She blinked, “What happened?” He pulled her chair out for her so she stood. “I couldn’t take it anymore.” She blinked again, “What did you do? Did I miss the party?” He laughed, “Hardly. I think you were the highlight of the party for most of the men.” Strands of lights flickered in the darkness. Several strands of garland fell from their hanging positions above the doorway. Most of the candles burned down to stubs now. She reminded him of some piece of holiday magic that was so illusive it would vanish before the night ended. She was gorgeous and he would never forgive himself after this night. But it didn’t matter, he needed her more than anything on this earth. He moved slowly to face her, “Look at me, Aurora.” She lifted eyes that reminded him of a quiet lake and in the distance he saw the clouds brewing in the distance. “You know I want you. I’ve gone to great lengths to have you.” He gestured at the empty room. “I don’t

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know what to do, Aurora. I can’t get you out of my mind. You make me hard every time I look at you… I just don’t know what to do.” “You could start by kissing me.” “That, I can do.” His head lowered slowly until his mouth was close to the sexy glossed lips of hers. He nodded to himself, “Yeah, I can do that.” He captured her upper lip between both of his and drew in slowly. Her lips reminded him of cotton candy, sweet and soft. Their lips gently touched, easily as if they belonged together forever. He used his tongue under the curve of her lip and opened her mouth to fully taste. Inside her tongue met his and flavors of her martinis exploded through him. Desire roared through him on the tracks of a wild inferno. He couldn’t take this pace, as much as he wanted to go slow and savor every inch of her. Right now, he needed to let the fire range. Teeth nipped. His hands found the pins in her hair and he let the glorious waves of satin fall over his hands. He raised his head and gazed into her eyes that glittered like gemstones. “Touch me, Aurora, for God’s sake, please.” He caught hold of one of her hands and pressed it to his chest. He pressed her hand flat against his pecs. Searing intensity came at her touch. It spread down his chest to the muscles of his abdomen. From there, the heat continued like hot oil down his hips into his cock where the blood burned. He kissed her slowly savoring each dark recess, wanting to know all about her. Needing to know every aspect that was Aurora, Nic didn’t breath. His lungs burned as he gasped for air breaking the kiss. Aurora instantly went for his bow tie. She loosened the tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. Her mouth went to his throat as Nic angled his head to take her earlobe into his mouth. Her tongue went to the crazy pulse at his throat and Nic sunk his teeth into her earlobe. Aurora cried out and twisted her fingers into the front of his shirt. “This is going to drive me crazy.” “Good, we need that.” He flattened his palms on her shoulders and slid them slowly down her back. Her skin was so soft, but he felt the strength there, the muscle and it made his hands greedy for more. “Aurora, listen to me,” he breathed in her ear, “this won’t change anything.”

There was her out. Aurora knew he was giving her an out. On purpose, so that later when the shit hit the fan, as it always did with her, she couldn’t blame him. Well, here it was, she had the hottest man she’d ever seen in her arms. From what was pressing against her hip, he was the hardest man too. So now, the choice was left to her. Chance it on Christmas Eve or head on home and listen to “Blue Christmas” for the rest

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of the weekend. She’d wanted him from the moment she’d seen him, Aurora just never thought she’d be here. “I know.” The moment those two words left her lips, any doubts Aurora had, simply evaporated. She knew he wasn’t in love with her. She knew there was no future here. No matter how pretty a bow she tied around her holiday fantasies, reality waited with a sharp stick to poke in your eye. She’d deal with all that later. As an immortal now, she’d have all of freakin’ eternity to decide if she had regrets. Right now, she didn’t see any regrets on the horizon. His hand encircled her arm and rubbed down the length of it to where he grasped her hand. “Come over here.” He led her slowly over to a group of huge cushions that surrounded a twelve foot tall Christmas tree decorated in silver and gold glimmering with white lights. “That dress is driving me nuts.” She grinned. “You don’t like it?” “I don’t know if I want to tear it off you or—” His mouth moved over a spray of beads on the dress that concealed her nipple. Deliberately, he blew hot air over her and Aurora gasped as her nipple tightened to a hard peak. Her reaction pleased him because he quickly captured it in his mouth and began to suck on her tit through the fabric. Aurora’s entire body tensed and arched against his mouth while his hands caught hold of her dress and began to slide it up. Nic turned his attention to her other breast and slid her fingers into his black hair pressing his head closer. Her blood turned to lava as Nic went down on his knees. “The second I noticed this dress was sheer I had to touch what was under it.” Aurora’s eyes narrowed with mischief, “Why do you think I spent so much time looking for it? I had a holiday agenda too, you know?” His hands skimmed over her knees and higher up her thighs. “Tell me what you want, what you need and I’ll give it to you.” His mouth grazed over her inner thigh and fire blazed to liquid heat in her pussy. She didn’t think she could take much of this. It was like walking through a minefield waiting for the explosion to blow you away. She wanted that. She wanted to fuck Nic so hard that each cell in her body exploded and the only thing that remained was her mind drifting off into oblivion. He slid the dress up to her waist and let the tip of his tongue stroke around the edges of her pussy. Aurora pulled at the hair on his head. She didn’t know if she was pulling him away or pushing him closer. “What are you trying to do to me?”

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“Everything.” He glanced up at her, his eyes shiny onyx. “Anything.” He used his fingers to part her folds before using his tongue against her clit making it so hard and hot she squirmed against him. His fingers dug into her ass while he licked and stroked her pussy. The first spasm caught her by surprise but as he drove his tongue farther inside her pussy, Aurora nearly fell over as she clutched at Nic’s shoulders for support. She rode the second wave, digging her nails into his jacket, his hair and anything she could grab onto. She collapsed against him and Nic scooped her up in his arms carrying her over to the cushions. He laid her down. She was a mass of quivering nerves as he wiped her juices from his face using a cleanly pressed linen napkin then reached across her to scoop up an ice bucket with a bottle of Cuvee inside. Nic popped the cork and poured her a glass. He handed her one and poured another for himself. Clinking the glasses, he raised his in a toast, “To holiday wishes.” Her hand shook as she raised the glass. “I’ll drink to that.” Nic rolled to his knees and slipped off his jacket. His fingers undid the buttons of his shirt and Aurora pushed herself to a sitting position. “Shouldn’t I do that?” She reached up and quickly undid the rest of the buttons then pulled his shirt free of his waistband. Smooth, hard muscle met her fingertips as she pulled his shirt free. The man reminded her of a Greek god. Gorgeous pectorals, ribbed abs, or should she say totally ripped abs? He was amazing. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry as a sand dune. Her fingers ran over his biceps, down to his roped forearms. Such strength, such beauty, and it was all wrapped in one sexy packages. “Damn Nic, ever thought of posing naked?” He laughed, “Sure Aurora, all the time.” “Maybe just some private photos.” He shook his head, “Not this time.” “Damn, that’s a shame.” Her lips and teased grazed over his pecs down to his nipple where she gave him a little bite. His hands dug into her hair and pulled her head back. “You like to bite, hmm?” Her hands slid down his abs and he sucked in a breath. “Keep doing that and I’ll let you.” “I don’t bite hard.” Her fingers went to his belt and he covered her hands. “Not yet.” Nic shifted and his arms went to the zipper on her dress. “This dress needs to go.” “I thought you liked it.” “Oh, I do.” He tugged on the zipper, “But I know I’ll like it better off.”

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Aurora liked her body. She was quite comfortable in her own sensuality. She was tall, and worked out religiously to make sure she could continue eating in the manner she was accustomed. But like everyone, she had doubts, would he think she was too small, too skinny, too many angles. As the zipper released her dress, Nic pulled her arms free of the sleeves. Aurora held onto the front of the dress to keep it from falling away. Nic’s eyes glittered darkly. “Let go of the dress, Aurora. I want to see you.”

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CHAPTER SEVEN

There was uncertainty in her eyes. He’d never expected Aurora to exhibit shyness. He pressed his lips together as she shifted the fabric higher. “Aurora?” Nic kicked off his shoes and socks, pulled his belt free and stripped out of his slacks leaving athletic style underwear. “Don’t be shy with me. You’re a beautiful woman and I want to see you.” Aurora’s eyes went to his cock. He was so hard, he could barely think coherently. “Drop the dress, Aurora.” It was agonizing torment. His attention locked on a piece of fabric as she lowered it carefully over top of her breasts. The air sizzled in his lungs. “You’re killing me here.” A light came into her eyes. He saw it and it made his cock even harder. The fabric slid over her breast and he saw the dusky outline of her nipples. He groaned and moved forward. “Enough.” His took hold of the dress and practically yanked it over her hips. He inhaled deeply breathing in the scent of her skin. He held onto her as she stepped out of the dress and tossed it away. “Come here.” He wasn’t going to let her go. Not now. Not ever. Nic wrapped his arms around her and brought her press her breasts into his chest. The touch burned, sizzled and spiked through his entire body. “You’re exquisite. You know that, don’t you?” “I’m glad you approve.” Nic laughed and sank down into the cushions pulling her across him. “You’re a funny girl.” “I wasn’t sure,” she touched the side of his face and saw a shimmer of tears, “that you’d approve. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.” She kissed him and the world rocked on its axis. He nipped at her and she nipped back. He rolled over her laying her head back in the cushions and reached for the bottle of champagne. He dribbled the bubbly over her tits. Aurora squealed as the cold wine ran over her breasts. Her squeal melted into a groan as Nic’s tongue licked the drops of champagne from her tits. Then he followed the trail of champagne as it ran under her breasts tasty the delicate flavor of her skin as it mixed with the sweet, sparkling wine. He raised the bottle and poured it along the indention down her stomach pausing to lick only to lick it away. His goal was her pussy. She was hot, squirming and this would either cool her off or send her temperature soaring. Kneeling between her thighs, he nudged her legs apart while holding the bottle of champagne. He stroked her pussy with two teasing fingers before dipping them inside to massage her clit. Aurora bucked against his hand urging his fingers deeper inside.

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She was so hot, so tight and wet, Nic nearly forgot everything he planned. His cock needed to plunge deep inside that tight heat over and over again until he forgot his name. Nic slowly withdrew his honeyed fingers and a wicked grin appeared on his face. “This is going to be fun.” “What?” Aurora gasped, raising her head off the cushion to look at him. “This,” Nic poured the chilled champagne over her pussy and then began to lap at her like a cat taking his time with a bowl of cream. She tasted of vanilla soap, champagne, and essence that was simply Aurora. It was an intoxicating mix that went straight to his head and his already throbbing cock. Aurora bucked and screamed squeezing his head between her legs as she tried to break free of the mystical energy weaving around them.

“Give me the bottle!” Aurora panted her lungs begging for air that wasn’t hot and popping with a lightning current. She couldn’t take anymore. “Paybacks.” She wrenched the bottle out of his hand and pushed Nic back. Her hand shook. Hell, her entire body shook and her head was dizzy with the bright colors of desire. He assaulted every atom in her body and made her beg for more. A fingernail caught the edge of his sexy, tight boxers. “These have to go.” “Twist my arm.” He stripped out of them and Aurora stopped in mid-pour to openly stare. A line of black hair went from his navel and framed the thickest cock she’d ever seen in her life. Long, thick and Aurora knew she’d died and gone to heaven. “Good God, Nic. Did you pose for the statue of Adonis or something?” His lips twisted slightly, “You approve?” Her eyes widened. “Remember what I said about pictures? We could do it under the tree here and I’ve have my Christmas cards for next year.” Nic started to sit up and she flattened her hand on his chest pushing him back. “Do you have any idea how much my single friends would pay for that?” Nic pushed up on his elbows, glancing pointedly at his cock. “Are we losing are train of thought here?” Aurora laughed a low throaty sound. He was the most amazing man she’d ever met. He made her feel gloriously sexy, wild, and carefree. Something she’d never been with a man before. All her sexual encounters were sedate and mild and pretty forgettable. She poured the champagne across his chest and rubbed it in. Then she went in for the kill. Nic flinched as she poured the cold Cuvee over his abs and then across his erect cock. Aurora knelt over him quickly, “Now, you know what I was going through.” She ran her tongue over his abs. His skin had a

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wonderful texture. Firm muscle covered by smooth skin. She lowered her head and swept her tongue over his tightened balls. Nic twitched in reaction. “Like that?” “Oh hell yes,” he groaned. Aurora’s fingers circled his cock and re-positioned it. She poured a bit more champagne over it and then took him in her mouth. Nic groaned as she licked and tasted the length of him. He tasted of pure hot maleness and something deliciously dangerous. She could barely get half of him inside her mouth so she worked the base of his cock with one hand while the other went for his balls. “Enough of this.” She’d just gotten into a rhythm when Nic sat up and gripped her under the arms and lifted her on top of him. He held her hips high and then gradually lowered her pussy onto that hot cock. She enveloped him like a sheath closing around a sword. Aurora didn’t realize she wasn’t breathing. Nic closed his eyes. She saw the strain, the muscles in his jaw tightening, lines appearing around the edges of his eyes. His fingers dug into her ass to keep her still. Her body vibrated, strung so taunt she wanted to rock him into a release. Nic’s eyes opened. He stared at her with such intensity that Aurora could only fall into that black gaze and become absorbed. It was the most blindingly beautiful moment of her life and she knew she would hold this memory in her heart for all eternity. She began to move slowly on him, riding his cock in an easy dance. Lights twinkled and the garlands blurred in her vision to a magical dust that scattered across them. Her pussy clenched, slick and wet, and waited to milk his cock. Aurora didn’t want this to end. Ever. She wanted Nic. Not just on Christmas Eve, not just this night, but forever. But she knew, deep down in her heart that Nic would never let that happen. Love wasn’t supposed to enter this equation. It built inside her body like a hurricane at sea. All whirling emotion and hard fast sensation swirling through her and sending crashing waves rolling through Aurora. The first hit hard and fast and Aurora reached out for Nic, seeking a lifeline. “Come on, Aurora. You wanted to fuck me, don’t give in now.” He used his hands to raise and lower her on his hot shaft. Aurora’s thighs gripped him hard and Nic lifted and bucked up off his heels. The moan seemed ripped from her throat and Aurora leaned forward bracing her hands on his shoulders. She road him hard and fast, letting his cock slide into the slick depths of her pussy. She couldn’t hang on any longer. It was so hard and fast. Greedy sex, the kind that either kills or enslaves.

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The next wave buckled her, her pussy screaming in ecstasy as every cell in her body burst. Blinded by the sensation, Aurora screamed clawing at Nic as he shouted his own release, pumping hard and fast. He continued to pump into her pussy and Aurora felt his hot seed pour into her as she lay gasping against Nic.

Aurora slept curled in his arms. Nic let his eyes memorize ever last curve, the color of her skin, the feel of her body next to him. He closed his eyes and tried for the life of him to come up with another alternative. Everything they’d done here tonight was against all the rules at Immortality Incorporated. Rules that he made to keep the flow of Time orderly. Whenever personal involvement intervened, trouble appeared. Nic brushed her hair and kissed the side of her face. How was he going to get passed this? His chest constricted and he felt a dull stab in the region of his heart. He’d broken all his own fucking rules. And if he let things stand, he’d end up hurting Aurora more than he could stand. He was greedy, he wanted her for himself and he’d taken her. Now, he needed to sweep up the pieces. Nic took a deep breath, and untangled himself from Aurora. Somewhere inside, a small part of him died. The darkness swamped him, made him ache in places he’d long since forgotten about. He slipped into his clothing and moved to an emergency monitor near the bar. With a few key strokes, he rewound Time back to the end of the party. With Time paused, Nic erased all memory of their night together. He not only pulled it from Aurora’s memory, but his own. He knew if let his own memory remain he’d be tempted far too much to stay away from her. The ache was nearly unbearable now and he was almost glad what he was about to do. He started Time back up as all the guests left. . .

“Goodnight, Nic. It was a great party.” Aurora gave him a quick, impersonal hug and started for the door. Nic caught hold of her around the waist, his eyes going to the mistletoe hanging above the door. “You wouldn’t want to defy tradition, would you?”

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EPILOGUE

“How the hell did they do that without me?” Jess sent him a scathing glance. “You, what are you kidding? How did they do it without me?” He made a pointed stab at the PDA. “That wasn’t just desire.” Jess swirled her watered down martini. “No shit, Sherlock.” “So what do we do?” Cupid scratched the top of his head. “She’s your friend.” “Yeah and?” Jess didn’t like the turn this conversation had taken. “Nic’s our boss. You want to play with that tiger?” “This isn’t good.” Jess lips curled into a sardonic smile. “Gee, whatever gave you that idea. If we tell Aurora, it will break her heart.” Cupid lifted his beer. “And I suppose you want me to fix that?” “I don’t think we have any choice here.” He slapped the beer glass on the table. “What do you mean?” Jess shut her eyes willing the effects of the martini away. Maybe it wasn’t just the martini; Damon Murrietta was definitely lickable. If you could stand the whole ego thing. She’d never met a man who thought he was more fine than the arrogant Cupid. She couldn’t do this to Aurora though. Damn. She loved Nic, more than anything. But what he’d done two years ago… “So?” “I don’t know.” “What do you mean, you don’t know?” Jess straightened in her seat. “I don’t know.” She growled loud enough to get Puck’s attention. Leaning forward, she lowered her voice, “Look, we have an assignment. Nic is expecting results. What if we indulge in a little extracurricular activity.” He flashed a wolfish grin, “You and me? Oh I’m there, babe.” She threw a straw at him, “No, you idiot. We need to fix this before it leaks out.” “And how are we supposed to do that without telling them?” Jess straightened, using her hands she cupped her breasts and lifted them until cleavage practically spilled out her tank. A bit of pleasure trickled through her when she saw the cocky Cupid freeze. “You’re Cupid, I’m Desire. If we can’t figure out a way to fix this we both ought to quit.”

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“If we screw this up, neither of us will need to quit.” She held out her hand to him and he clasped it tightly. “Deal?” He squeezed her hand tightly, “Oh yeah.”

THE END

Don’t miss the continuing adventures at Immortality Incorporated when Cupid and Desire indulge in their own brand of matchmaking in “Cupid’s Desire” coming in February 2005. Read Nic & Aurora’s story in “Only For This Time” available now.