The Billionaire's First Christmas - A Sweet Christmas Romance Page 17

Okay, she was right about the sugar. It didn’t matter to me that they were Christmas cookies though. It was the ingredients that had worked, not the decoration. I wasn’t going to believe she’d baked Christmas spirit into them.

  She’d invited me out on a date, I would assume. That was nice of her, but the part about her assuming that I would just show up; that bothered me. What made her assume such a thing? Was it the kiss? Had I given her the idea that we were something we’re not? I leaned my elbows on the desk and put my head in my hands. What had I done? I didn’t normally do this. I never set a woman up to get her heart broken right before I left on my Christmas trip. I never set them up period. I always told them straight out what I was looking for. It was always temporary. Why was Robyn so different?

  ROBYN