Kayla
Nicholas stood in the doorway for a long moment, not saying a word.
I must have looked utterly stupid as I stared up at him, my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open like a fish out of water. Did he hear everything I had just said? If he did, then what did he think of it?
Hell, what did I even think of what I’d just said? I didn’t even know if it was me or the wine talking at that point. I certainly hoped it was the wine, and that this would all just be something to laugh about in the morning.
But to my surprise, his eyes flicked over to the stack of cards on the coffee table. He nodded toward them as he casually began unbuttoning his snow-dusted leather jacket. “What are those?”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, suddenly immensely relieved. So he didn
