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said. “Like I’ve been telling you, I hardly know him at all.”

      “Don’t you two talk to each other?” her aunt asked before taking a long sip from her glass of white wine.

      “Hardly,” Anna said. “If you’d been listening to me, you’d know that—”

      “I say we get Cole over here so we can all become better acquainted,” her father interrupted before beckoning to Cole. “Hey, Cole, the Ziemanski women have had you long enough. Come talk to us Wesleys.”

      Anna watched as Cole slanted regretful looks at first her mother and then her grandmother, as though he’d actually enjoyed talking to them. He walked up to their group and took a position next to her instead of between her father and uncle, invading her personal space.

      She’d never thought of herself as small but her head didn’t reach much higher than his extremely broad shoulders. No wonder she imagined she could feel his body heat through the thick jersey knit of her dress. With his height and muscular build, he had quite a lot of body. She inched away.

      “It’s Tom, Peter and Miranda, right?” he said to her father, uncle and aunt. They nodded in unison, obviously pleased he remembered their names.

      “Anna tells us you two haven’t been spending your time together talking,” her aunt said, arching a suggestive eyebrow at Cole. Cole, in turn, shot Anna a speculative look.

      “I did not say that!” Anna refuted, feeling her face heat.

      “It’s okay, Anna,” her aunt continued. “We’re all adults here.”

      “Must you always say such outrageous things, Miranda?” her husband asked testily. “Anna is Tom’s daughter.”

      Her aunt waved a dismissive hand. “Come now, Peter. I’m sure my brother realizes Anna’s not an innocent little girl. She is nearly thirty years old.”

      “I’m twenty-seven,” Anna said. “And I didn’t—”

      “So, Cole,” her father interrupted smoothly. “Seems to me I heard your family was from California.”

      Cole nodded. “San Diego.”

      “Is it a big family like ours?”

      “I’m not as lucky as Anna,” Cole said, moving the hand on her back in a caressing motion. Anna would have shifted away if it hadn’t felt so good. “Growing up, it was just me and my parents. Their families were spread all over the country so we didn’t see them much.”

      “Then you’re an only child?” her father asked.

      “I’m my mother’s only child.” His hand was on her shoulder now, kneading gently. She nearly closed her eyes with pleasure as he rubbed away her tension. “My father has two stepdaughters from his second marriage but I didn’t meet them until recently.”

      “Does your father live in San Diego, too?” Aunt Miranda asked.

      He hesitated before answering. “No.”

      It took Anna a few moments to figure out Cole didn’t intend to elaborate. In the month he’d worked at Skillington, Anna hadn’t asked him a single personal question. But now a dozen crowded her brain.

      “Where does he live?” she pressed.

      Again, he took his time answering. “Not far from here.”

      Interesting, Anna thought. “Is that why you moved to the Pittsburgh area? To be closer to your father?”

      “I moved here to take the job at Skillington Ski,” he said, which made her remember why she shouldn’t let him touch her with such familiarity: he was after her job.

      “If your father’s in town, why did Anna say you didn’t have anywhere else to go tonight?” Uncle Peter asked, frowning.

      “My father and his wife are vacationing,” Cole said. “My stepsisters live in Texas, and my mother and her husband are in the Bahamas on a cruise.”

      “So that left you ripe for Anna’s picking,” Aunt Miranda observed, looking pointedly from one to the other.

      “Miranda,” Peter said in a warning voice.

      “Get with the times, Peter,” Aunt Miranda said. “Women pick up men all the time. It’s a perfectly acceptable dating practice.”

      Anna ignored the delicious sensations Cole’s gentle massage was causing and figured she’d better distance herself from him, both physically and verbally.

      “I didn’t pick him up,” Anna said, stepping away from him. “I asked him to dinner.”

      “Am I glad she did.” Cole reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I can’t think of anyplace I’d rather be.”

      The tenderness in his touch was reflected on his face, which was quite a feat considering it was made up of hard angles and planes. Not that there wasn’t a certain softness around his mouth, which was really quite beautiful when you examined it closely.

      The sheer loveliness of that mouth had the power to draw her in. Closer and closer. Until she wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

      “What does everybody say to some Christmas carols? Rosemary? You up for some piano playing?” Her grandfather’s voice boomed the questions, causing Anna to jerk back.

      Her eyes flew to Cole’s, which she couldn’t read because of the twinkling Christmas tree lights reflected in the lenses of his wire-rimmed glasses.

      Had he guessed that she was thinking about kissing him? More to the point, why had she been thinking about kissing him? He was hardly her type.

      “Oh, no. Not the Christmas carols.” Her father let out a melodramatic groan, then whispered to Cole out of the side of his mouth, “My dear wife plays the world’s worst piano. And my mother-in-law has a singing voice that could sour wine.”

      Uncle Peter shuddered. “Never heard anything worse than the two of them together.”

      “Quick, Cole. Say you’d rather we didn’t do the Christmas carols,” her father urged. “You’re a guest. They might listen to you.”

      Cole laughed, such a joyous, infectious sound that it seemed to run through Anna’s veins along with her blood.

      “Not on your life. I might not be much of a singer but I like to sing,” Cole said before he walked toward the gleaming mahogany piano at the corner of the room.

      Five minutes later, while her mother pounded enthusiastically on the piano keys, Cole led their group in a truly tuneless rendition of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”

      The tassel from the Santa hat he’d plucked from Grandpa’s head swung as he swayed to the music, such as it was. A few bars into the song, her mother stopped in midstanza.

      “Those are the wrong lyrics,” she said crossly and tapped the music on her stand. “Can’t you read? I’m playing ‘All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth.”’

      A great belly laugh escaped from Grandpa Ziemanski and suddenly Anna couldn’t stop herself.

      She looked from her indignant mother to her roaring grandfather to a puzzled Cole and burst into laughter. His lips twitched and, after the barest pause, he joined in.

      The result was contagious. One by one, everybody in the room began to laugh until there was no sound save the combined chortling of ten people.

      Anna’s eyes watered and her sides ached. She leaned her head weakly against Cole’s chest, thankful when his arms came around her shoulders to support her.

      She felt the rumbling inside his chest through her ear and unthinkingly put a hand on his shirt to feel the vibrations.

      She could feel the heat coming off his body through his clothes. Experimentally, she moved her hand over

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