Claimed By My Ex’s Stepbrother
“It’s snowing like crazy over here. The streets are empty, everything’s white. Can’t wait till you and Mom arrive.”
“Well, it’s no different here,” Tessa said, managing a small laugh. “We’ve got maybe three weeks until Christmas. The whole city’s lit up already.”
“Our first Christmas together,” Roman said softly. “Real tree, stockings, the fire going… You in one of those ridiculous holiday sweaters you pretend to hate.”
“I do hate them,” she lied, smiling despite herself.
“Liar.” She could hear his grin. “I’m going to buy you the ugliest one I can find. You’ll wear it and love it.”