Jingle Bell: Rock Part 1
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Jingle Bells.
By Lori Foster.
Janelle Denison.
Susan Donovan.
Donna Kauffman.
Allison Kent.
NancyWarren.
Contents.
Lori Foster - He Sees you When You're Sleeping.
Janelle Denison - All She Wants for Christmas.
Susan Donovan - Turning Up the Heat.
Donna Kauffman - Baby, It's Cold Outside.
Alison Kent - A Blue Christmas.
Nancy Warren - The Nutcracker Sweet.
MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE.
The apartment was dark except for the multicolored lights on the tree, blinking in random patterns. The scent of evergreen filled the air. When he walked through the living room, the musical mistletoe triggered on, playing a tinny "Jingle Bells." Frances had bought him the whimsical gift only last week-an early Christmas present she told him. More than anything, Booker had wanted to hold her under the mistletoe and give her the killer kiss of a lifetime.
But Frances was a friend and only a friend and he had commitments he hadn't quite ended. Yet. But he was working on that, and then he'd see to Frances. Soon, he promised himself. Very soon.
From "He Sees You When You're Sleeping," by Lori Foster.
He Sees You When you're Sleeping.
Lori Foster.
Chapter One.
Booker Dean stood in front of his six-foot Christmas tree, gazing at the brightly lighted star atop and thinking of things that should be, but weren't. Yet.
The drive home had shown so many beautiful sights: laughing people laden with packages, store windows lavishly decorated, wreaths and lights and song. It was a magical time of the year, a time when anything seemed possible, a time when love became clearer, and he hoped, more attainable.
He'd only come in moments ago, had just hung his snow-dusted coat in the closet before going to the tree to think about her, to consider the task ahead of him. Resisting her was never easy, but in his present mood, it would be doubly hard. He was a man, and he wanted her, right now, this very instant. He wanted to share the magic of the holidays with her, today, tomorrow, for the rest of his life.
Did he dare approach her now, or should he wait until he was in better control?
Those thoughts got interrupted when his apartment door flew open without a knock. Booker strode to the entryway, saw his visitors and cursed. d.a.m.n it, he was too tired and edgy to have to put up with company from his brother tonight.
Axel hadn't come alone. He had his best friend Cary Rupert with him, and they both looked too serious.
Booker c.o.c.ked one brow high. "Forgotten how to knock?"
"On my own brother's door?" Axel snorted, then shook himself like a mongrel dog, sending snow and ice around the foyer. It would be a white Christmas this year for sure, given the present weather and next week's forecast. "Besides," Axel continued, "I figured if you were doing anything private, you'd have the good sense to lock it."
"I just got in." Booker propped his hands on his hips and surveyed them both. Axel's dark brown eyes, much like his own, were strangely evasive. Cary unb.u.t.toned his coat while casting worried glances toward Booker. Given the combined behavior of them both, misgivings surfaced. "All right. What's going on?"
Cary forestalled him by s.h.i.+vering and slapping at his arms. "You got anything hot to drink?"
Seeing no hope for it, Booker nodded. "Yeah sure." The apartment was dark except for the multicolored lights on the tree, blinking in random patterns. The scent of evergreen filled the air. When he walked through the living room, the musical mistletoe triggered on, playing a tinny 'Jingle Bells.' Frances had bought him the whimsical gift only last week-an early Christmas present she told him. More than anything, Booker had wanted to hold her under the mistletoe and give her the killer kiss of a lifetime.
But Frances was a friend and only a friend and he had commitments he hadn't quite ended. Yet. But he was working on that, and then he'd see to Frances. Soon, he promised himself. Very soon.
Cary pulled a wooden chair away from the table and straddled it, crossing his arms over the back, his gaze still watchful. Axel went to stand by the sink. He rubbed his face tiredly and Booker realized he hadn't shaved.
At thirty, Axel was one year older than Booker, but ten times more outrageous. Where Booker had always wanted to settle down, buy a nice house and start a family, Axel seemed h.e.l.l-bent on sowing wild oats till the day he croaked. He took his residency as a gynecologist seriously-despite all the teasing he got from male friends and family. But other than that, other than his chosen profession, Axel was a complete hedonist intent only on having fun and indulging desires.
Booker opened the cabinet door and pulled out a strong coffee blend; it looked like he was going to need it. "While I fix this, why don't you tell me why you look so glum."
Appearing more morose by the second, Axel groaned. "That's why I'm here, so I suppose I should. But G.o.d knows I hate to be the bearer of bad news. It's just that I figured you should hear it from me, not anyone else."
Booker paused. "Mom and Dad-"
Cary made a sound of exasperation. "Your family is fine and no one died. Jesus, Axel, just spit it out."
Axel pointed a finger at his friend. "You're here for moral support, so how about showing a little?"
Cary just rolled his eyes.
"Out with it, Axel." Booker threw in an extra scoop of coffee for good measure. "What did you do now?"
"I said no, that's what I did."
"No to what?"
"Not what, who."
"All right. Who?"
Visibly pained, Axel blurted, "Judith."
"Judith?" And then, with confusion, "My Judith?" Even as he said it, Booker winced. He didn't want her to be his Judith anymore. She was a sweet woman, very nice and innocent, but he wanted Frances. h.e.l.l, he'd been with Judith for five months now and... there was nothing. Just fizzle. Once Frances had moved in next door two months ago, he'd figured out what he really wanted in a woman, and Judith wasn't it.
But Frances was.
Axel pushed away from the sink. "Swear to G.o.d, Booker, I was just there minding my own business, burning off a little tension after a really long week."
Because Axel had raised his voice, and because Cary was busy nodding hard in agreement, Booker's suspicions grew. "You were just where?"
"At the bar. h.e.l.l, I was. .h.i.tting on a redhead two seats down. She was. .h.i.tting back, things were looking good, then suddenly Judith was there."
"Judith was at a bar?" That didn't sound like the Judith he knew.
"I think she was drunk, Booker," Cary explained in a rush. "She, uh, wasn't acting like herself. Said something about being tired of pretending."
Axel's Adam's apple bobbed and he said in agonized tones, "She grabbed my equipment, Booker. She just... grabbed it. I know you've been seeing her for a while now, but she's not who you think she is."
"She grabbed his equipment," Cary reiterated, still nodding.
"It was like..." Axel opened his hand over his fly and held himself firmly, making sure Booker understood. "Then she pressed up real close and breathed in my d.a.m.n ear that she wanted me. Me, Booker." He shook his head in apology. "Not you."
Booker was so stunned, he reached back for a chair. Cary acted quickly, sliding one underneath his a.s.s so he didn't hit the floor. "She grabbed you?"
"Like this." Still holding himself, Axel gave his crotch a small shake. "I d.a.m.n near swallowed my tongue and, well, h.e.l.l, Booker. You can't hang onto a guy's equipment without getting a rise. I didn't mean to react. I even told her to let go. But she held on real tenacious like, even when I backed up. And backing up wasn't easy, I can tell you that. The place was jammed and that girl has a grip."
"He did say no," Cary a.s.sured him. "I was there, Booker. It was sort of a strangled whisper, a little garbled, but he said it. Only Judith didn't want to take no for an answer."
Booker looked between them. Scenarios played out in his mind in rapid succession. "Did you sleep with her then?"
"No!" Axel pulled back, horrified by the mere suggestion.
"Booker!" In his friend's defense, Cary was equally affronted. "You know your brother better than that."
It was all Booker could do not to laugh at the two of them, squawking like hens. He rubbed his jaw, bit back a grin, and said, "Axel, you can let go of yourself now."
"Oh. Yeah." Axel released his crotch and shoved his hands into his pockets. He hesitated, his frustration bubbling up until he started squawking again. "You had to know, Booker. I didn't want to be the one to tell you, but you had to know."
"Yep. I had to know."
Cary leaned toward him, filled with masculine concern. He clapped Booker on the back of the neck, gave him a too-tight squeeze. "You okay, Booker?"
"I'm fine actually." He shrugged off Cary's stranglehold, glanced up and saw the coffeemaker give one final hiss and spit. "Good, the coffee is done. You can each have one cup. I'll even let you have a Christmas cookie. Then I want you gone."
Axel and Cary looked at each other helplessly. "You upset?"
"Not really." Surprised. Exhilarated. But not upset. Booker filled three mugs to the top. None of them used sugar or cream, though Booker kept it on hand because Frances liked her coffee with plenty of both, and there were many a lazy Sunday morning where they shared a cup and talked about upcoming sports, work, or just sat together, doing nothing.
Well, Frances did nothing. Booker spent his time surrept.i.tiously watching her, thinking about getting her out of her clothes, basically doing all the fantasizing men indulge when with a woman they want. Bad.
He opened his cookie jar, took out a handful of the delicious, decorated cookies Frances had made for him, and set them on the table.
"What are you going to do, Booker?"
Booker shook off his musings. He noticed that Cary's brown hair was still damp from the sleet and snow. He pushed it back from his face while watching Booker with sympathy and concern. h.e.l.l, did they expect him to go ballistic? To be furious with Axel? To sit around and mope with a broken heart?
This time he did laugh.
Cary leaned forward, and as a doctor, gave his professional opinion. "d.a.m.n, he's hysterical."
Axel's eyes widened. "Booker. Man, I swear I'm sorry. Judith is sweet on the eyes, no way around that. But I would never go behind your back-"
Knowing he had to put them at ease before they started trying to hug him or something equally unsavory, Booker set down his coffee. "You want to know what I'm going to do? Okay, I'll tell you. First, I'm going to shower and change into clean clothes. Then I'm going to go next door to see Frances. And then..." He savored the moment, his voice dropping to a husky drawl without him even realizing it. "Then, I'm going to make up for lost time."
Silence filled the kitchen until Axel fell back against the counter. "Frances?" he asked with some confusion.
Cary drew an incredulous face. "Your neighbor?"
"Yeah." In extreme antic.i.p.ation, Booker rubbed his hands together. Frances might think of herself as just a friend for now, but that was about to change. The sooner the better.
When he got her naked and kissed her from head to toe, she'd understand he wanted more than friends.h.i.+p. A lot more-like everything.
"You're talking about that tall girl next door?" Cary asked, apparently needing clarification. "The one who likes football and runs all the time?"
"She jogs, and yeah, she's the one." She'd been The One almost from the day he'd met her.
"I kinda thought she was gay," Cary confided.
Booker laughed. "No. She just doesn't date much because she's always working." Frances was a very talented artist, though so far most of her work centered around commissions for commercial outlets, like window paintings and murals in pediatrician and dentist offices. Recently, however, the local galleries had started showing her work-with much success.
"You got a thing for her?" Axel asked.
"Yeah. A thing. A big thing. like a hard case of gotta have her."
"No s.h.i.+t?" Axel grinned and for the first time that night, he relaxed. "Well, h.e.l.l, that's great news, Booker." Then he thought to ask, "Does this girl feel the same about you?"
"Woman, and no. At least, not yet she doesn't. But then, we've done that d.a.m.ned disgusting platonic thing because she thought I was permanently tied to Judith and I was waiting until I could figure out how to end things with Judith without breaking her heart."
Cary choked. "I think her heart will be safe."
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