Free Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) by Marie York Page B

seven types of fish, eggplant parmesan, pasta, stuffed artichokes, and whatever else my Mom decides to whip up.”
    “Why doesn’t she just have it catered?” I asked, and Annabelle gasped in total disgust.
    “The best part of Christmas Eve is not just the food, but the preparation with the family. The time you spend together is priceless. And the delicious smells that fill the house all day.” She closed her eyes as if she was imagining it. “Cooking is the best part.” She shrugged, and I could see a sadness in her eyes, almost making me feel bad for keeping her so late.
    The elevator dinged and the door opened. Annabelle rushed out and right to the door. I met her just before she pushed out into the night. And, even though it was against everything I believed, I forced out, “Merry Christmas, Annabelle.”
    “Merry Christmas, Mr. Hamilton. I hope you find the peace you’re looking for,” she said, and pushed out into the blistering cold night.
     

About the Author
    Marie York is an American writer who works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.