CHAPTER 26
ELSIE
I never get tired of looking at him.
Brett leans against the marble counters in Max Johnson's Christmas-decorated kitchen, giving me flashbacks of our own little adventures on his parent's quartz countertops.
I feel my face heat.
Dressed in black jeans, a grey crew-neck sweater and a leather jacket, his dark hair and aqua eyes are even sexier than usual.
He glances up as I lean against the counter with him, and it is all I can do not to bury my head against his shoulder.
"That's a hell of a jacket,” I tell him.
He chuckles, shrugging it off. "Which, of course, is Elsie code for 'I'll be stealing this at your earliest convenience'. You know, I'm losing all my clothes to your closet. I'll be walking around naked come February."
"I like the idea of that, Mr. Jackson.
