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thank you for fixing my lights?”
    Whoa! Wait...what are you doing ?
    Unable to stop, she added, “I’d offer you coffee or hot chocolate, but geez. It’s still in the seventies out here.”
    “That’d be nice, Vix.”
    Turning sharply, before she lost her nerve, she rushed up the steps to the porch and hurried inside the house. Nick closed the door behind him as he entered the small foyer, but the sound of Bruce and his band still filled her cozy living room.
    “Are you the one playing Christmas music?” she asked as Nick settled himself on the sofa, resting his forearms on his powerful thighs, clasping his hands together between his parted legs. He wore faded jeans and a red T-shirt that did wonderful things for both his tanned complexion and his muscular chest and arms. Across the left pec in white were the words Sleigh Me .
    She knew what it was supposed to say, caught the innuendo. Lay Me .
    An appealing thought.
    Vixen resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her endless attraction.
    Nick said, “I accidentally tapped into the station from the iTunes I just installed on the slei—” He stopped abruptly, then quickly amended his statement with a vague, “Yeah.”
    “It’s nice.” They stared at each other, both a little lost in the moment. Then Vixen shook herself mentally to break the spell. “How about that wine?”
    She spun around and headed off to the kitchen to uncork a bottle of merlot. Returning to the living room, she found Nick at the tall fireplace, gazing at the hardback books that stood at an angle along the mantle.
    He accepted the glass she handed over and took a deep sip, nodding his head in approval. Then he said, “I remember when you first started writing these.” He perused the titles. “Everyone thought you were a celebrity because you went on book tours and TV shows. Well...I guess that does make you a celebrity.”
    “Not really. I was just a kid who got lucky.” She’d had a few offers to make her books into TV movies, but those deals had never panned out. After her last story was published three years ago, she’d taken a step back from it all. Her agent had told her to call if she decided to publish again. They hadn’t spoken since.
    “You’re really talented, Vix. Everyone knows it.” As though recalling their previous conversation about her writer’s block, he added with a devilish smile, “Maybe I can help get you in the mood to write.”
    Excitement shimmied down her spine. That delicious tickle between her legs returned, making her shift from one foot to the other. She fiddled absently with the top button on her blouse, wanting to slip the small disk through its hole and open the suddenly stifling material at her neck to give her a little breathing room.
    Nick in her house did the most stimulating things to her body and made some decidedly naughty visions of naked body parts pressed together and long limbs entwined dance through her head.
    She swallowed down a sigh of longing with a big sip of merlot.
    Nick moved from the fireplace to the wall between the end of the mantle and the stairwell. He reached a hand toward the thermostat, but glanced at her over his shoulder. “Do you mind?”
    “No, of course not.” She had no idea what he was up to, but was definitely intrigued.
    He cranked the old-fashion dial on the wall and the air conditioning kicked on. A cool breeze swept through the house, a nice reprieve from the heat he incited deep in her core.
    Nick knelt in front of the hearth and started a small fire that gave off just enough warmth to cut the sudden chill, and to create a low crackling sound that reminded her of what the climate really ought to be this time of year. She welcomed the immediate holiday ambience.
    He stood and turned back to face her. After gently touching the rim of his wineglass to hers, he took another sip. Vixen’s hand shook slightly as she lifted her own glass to her lips. Inviting Nick Santos into her house and having a drink with