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glance over at him showed he was nodding in agreement.
    Which was something most men Blue had dated would not have been happy about.
    That odd little unsettling feeling hit her again. “Have a good night, Roy. Stay warm.”
    Christian gave him a wave and they headed out to the car. Blue leaned in the backseat and gathered up her purse and the bags from the gas station. She was about to go to the trunk to get her suitcase when she saw Christian already had both her bag and his and was opening the door to Room 1.
    “Ladies first,” he told her with a smile, the doofy Christmas tree on his head bouncing.
    She swallowed, trying to recover her earlier crankiness. Pissed off was a better place to be than unsure of herself. That was a feeling she couldn’t stand and with Christian, she definitely felt off-balance. He was a breed of male she didn’t understand. The good guy who got married and bought a suburban house and mowed his lawn. It was freaking her out how much she was attracted to him.
    Slipping into the room, she dumped the plastic bags on the tiny table and tried to ignore the fact that it smelled like old sock. “At least it’s warm.”
    “And snow free.” Christian put their suitcases against one wall and peeled off his coat. “So your sister’s name is Sarah? How did that happen?”
    “My father recently married a girl twenty-four years younger than him—exactly half his age, not that I’m doing the math—and they just had a baby they named Sarah Jane. I guess the nearly three decades since my birth mellowed him into a traditionalist.” She grinned. “After all, having a mid-life crisis and marrying a pretty young thing is fairly traditional for men.”
    “I don’t even know what to say to that,” Christian said. “You’re handling it much better than I would. I think I would yak if my dad married some chick younger than me.”
    Blue kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed, wiggling her toes. “Yeah, well, I saw it coming. Over the years as his hair got thinner, his girlfriends got younger. My parents split when I was two, so it’s not like I knew anything different. Seeing him with girlfriends was no big deal. But I have to admit, I had a cringe moment when he actually went and married this one and had a baby. But Sarah is a pudgy cutie and it’s not her fault her parents’ marriage is doomed to failure any more than it was mine.”
    His eyebrow arched. “Cynical?”
    “Who me? Never.” Blue peeled off her coat. “My God, it’s like a thousand degrees in here. Where’s the thermostat?”
    “Too cold . . . too hot . . . there’s just no pleasing some people.” He grinned when she threw her scarf at him, even as he was already readjusting the thermostat. “Ready for a margarita, Scrooge?”
    “I thought you’d never ask.” She stood up and emptied the plastic bags of their dubious spoils. “Is it gross to eat Doritos with margaritas?”
    “Yes. But that’s not going to stop us, is it?”
    Blue ripped open the bag and popped one in her mouth. “Hell, no.”
    She turned to hold the bag out to him and almost bumped into him. He was right behind her and he had peeled off his sweatshirt, leaving him only in a T-shirt. Yep. Those arms had some serious muscles. “Oh! Sorry,” she said, immediately wanting to kick herself for sounding so stupid and flustered.
    But damn it, she was flustered. He was close. Cute. Sexy. Generally speaking, she dated men who were skinnier than she was, and the way he sort of towered over her, his chest like twice the width of hers, was . . . hot.
    Christian didn’t back up. He just stuck his hand in the bag and grabbed a handful of chips. “You’re right, it’s burning up in here. I wish I had shorts.”
    And with that, he tossed the chips in his mouth then stripped off his T-shirt, revealing a chest worthy of a skin calendar. Drool pooled in Blue’s mouth. Holy crap, she was as vulnerable to a pair of biceps as the next woman and had