Sealed with a Kiss - Leeanna Morgan (most interesting books to read TXT) 📗

class="subsq">Tank fired a couple of his own snowballs across the yard. “You’ve got me for two minutes. After that, you’re on your own. I’ve got work to do.”

Bella giggled as a snowball hit Tank’s shoulder. He recovered quickly, picked up a handful of snow, and threw it straight at John.

While John and Tank traded snowballs, Rachel ran toward Bella with a small snowball in her hand. She threw it at Bella’s bright red jacket and smiled at the look of excitement on her face.

Bella picked up one of her snowballs and threw it at Rachel, reaching for another one as soon as the last snowball left her hands.

Rachel was so focused on Bella that she forgot to keep watch of John. By the time she realized where he was, it was too late. He’d snuck up behind her and dropped a huge handful of snow on her head.

She yelped as the cold snow melted against her skin, trickled down her back, and left a trail of goose bumps in its path.

Bella laughed as Rachel turned to face her grinning adversary. “Sneaky move.”

“I thought so, too.” John’s blue eyes were alive with laughter. For the first time since she’d met him, he looked happy.

She felt the weight of the snowball that she still had in her hand. It wasn’t big, but if she was quick and accurate, it could do what she needed it to do. She took a step closer to John.

He took a step backward. “I have to warn you that I’m an expert snowball maker.”

“Really?”

“And that Bella’s coming up behind you with another snowball.”

“You can’t distract me that easily, John Fletcher.” Rachel took aim, fired her snowball at him, then ran as fast as she could to try and miss Bella’s snowball. She didn’t get far.

John grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his body. “Quick, Bella.”

Rachel twisted in his arms. “Not fair,” she laughed as his arms tightened.

“Everything’s fair when you’re having a snowball fight.”

Bella’s snowball landed on Rachel’s shoulder, showering her in soft, white powder. Another trickle of cold water ran down her neck, making her squirm against John’s body. “I give up. The war is over.”

Bella ran toward her and hugged her around the waist. Rachel felt John lose his balance. She tried falling sideways, but his arms kept hold of her and they all toppled backward. His grunt of pain was enough to let Rachel know he was hurt.

Bella was the first person to move. She slid off Rachel and sat in the snow, staring at her dad. “Are you okay?”

John took a deep breath and winced.

Rachel scrambled off his body. “Where does it hurt?”

He sat up. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing doesn’t make you go as white as the snow.”

He slowly pulled himself to his feet. “I knocked my arm, that’s all.”

Rachel frowned. She’d landed against him hard and could have easily hurt him.

“Will you need to go back to the hospital?” Bella asked. Her little face was scrunched in a knot. She was worried about her dad.

Rachel leaned down and smiled. “Sounds to me like your dad needs a hot chocolate to make him feel better.”

Bella looked at John. Her face relaxed into its normal smile when he nodded at her. “I’ll go and tell Mrs. Daniels.” She ran as fast as she could toward the house.

Rachel turned to John. Regardless of what she’d said to Bella, she was worried about him. He had enough to deal with over Christmas without aggravating the bullet wound on his arm. “How bad is it?”

“Nothing that a painkiller won’t cure.”

She didn’t believe him. “Do you need help getting back to the house?”

He looked cautiously at the hand she was holding out to him. “You’re not going to try one of your self-defense moves on me are you?”

“Only if you misbehave.”

He slipped his hand inside of hers and stepped closer. “How bad would I have to be?”

Her heart pounded in her chest. “Are you flirting with me?”

John blinked. A deep red blush stained his cheeks. “No. I…”

For a split second, Rachel saw something so deep and real clouding his eyes that it made her sad. He was lonely and worried. She wanted to give him a hug and tell him that everything would be okay.

He took a step backward and let go of her hand. “Thank you.”

She pushed away the sadness and tried to smile. “For landing on your arm?”

“For making Bella’s Christmas special.”

“What about you?” she asked softly.

“My life’s complicated.” He looked across the yard. Tank was moving through the trees, talking on his cell phone. “I’ve forgotten what special feels like.”

Rachel took a step forward and slipped her hand under his elbow. “One day you’ll remember. But for now, how about we head inside for some hot chocolate?”

He looked down at her and brushed a wet strand of hair out of her eyes. “I’m glad I came home early from work.”

“I’m glad you did, too.” They started walking, arm-in-arm, across the icy ground toward John’s home. Rachel breathed in the cold, crisp air and prayed that he would find something special in his life. He was a good person and had so much to be thankful for.

He also had a lot of responsibilities and worries. “Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like if you hadn’t become a billionaire?”

“All the time,” He said with a sigh. “But I probably wouldn’t have met you. Just think how less complicated my life would have been.”

Rachel smiled. “And less exciting. Who else comes home to find a blow-up Santa and a reindeer in their living room?”

“Do you think Bella wants a snowman as well?”

“No. You gave her what she really wanted.”

“What was that?”

“Time with you.” She let go of his arm and opened the back door. “Your hot chocolate awaits, kind sir.”

John walked inside and turned around. When she was halfway through the doorframe he lightly kissed her lips. “Merry Christmas.”

While she was dealing with the butterflies racing around her stomach, John pointed above her. Hanging from a green ribbon was a bunch of mistletoe.

“You kissed me.”

“I know,” he said with a shy smile. “I thought you might like a surprise, too.”