“You’re just saying that, but you’re sweet.” I got around the car and opened the car door and took her hand. “There you go again being rom...antic. What will a girl do?” I looked her in the eyes and looked down at her breasts and lips shining in the moonlight. “I’m serious Pim, you were the most beautiful woman tonight.” She leaned forward, her breasts touched my chest and our lips locked into another incredible kiss.She took my hand and turned in an extremely flirty way and pulled me. He didn't smell of vomit anymore, more like witchhazel and spice. "I might even be able to help without without spendinga coin, if you're amenable to it. If the size difference is an issue, Ican help with that temporarily using my own powers." I was shrinking.It took several heartbeats but I was actually a bit shorter than him now,and boy was my heart beating. He was built squat, but he was built, likesome kind of miniature Hugh Jackman. God I wanted him. "Surely, you'dlike to see what. Across from Adam, and beside Grace was Alice, eight years old and already a princess in her brother’s eyes. Little Bella climbed into Grace’s lap to dig into a pile of mashed taters with both hands. “And what were you two doing under the mistletoe?” Momma asked. I shrugged. “Just telling Gracie a Christmas story.” Grace giggled. “A sexy Christmas story.”I tickled her. “You weren’t supposed to tattle.”Momma laughed and the sound rang through the house. “I think all of Papa Jack’s stories have. She took a few more small sips and a rough finger rubbed a little of the liquid onto her parched lips. ‘What happened?’ she finally managed to ask, voice rough. ‘I found you near frozen to death in the cemetery. What on earth were you doing there Brenna?’ The voice was stronger now, and a little irritated. And still familiar, why couldn’t she place that voice? Her brain wasn’t so dulled that she didn’t realize it must be someone she knew. He knew her name. ‘Momma. Oh God, she’s gone. I felt.