Stassi may never approve of me dating the man who took our father away, but she’ll come around. As for Dad . . . he made his own decisions. He created a ripple effect that touched every one of our lives and left no stone unturned. He may hate me for this, and that’s his right. His choice. But I’ve spent too long pretending to not care for Reid Paxton when it was obvious all along that I was falling, and falling hard.

“If we had a mistletoe, I’d kiss you.”

His eyes flash open. “You don’t need a plant to lay one on me. I’m easy like that. All you need to do is lean over a little more . . . Yeah, just like that, sweetheart.”

My lips slide over his, tasting, memorizing.

Falling even deeper.

“I’m yours, Reid Paxton.”

Approval rumbles deep in his chest. Against my lips, he whispers, “I love you.”

Three little words.

They spin in my heart and spread like the sweetest poison in my veins.

This is joy.

This, right here, feels like fate.

*     *     *

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Silent Night

Sienna Snow

Chapter One

I stood in the shadows of a hallway in the penthouse suite of the Ida Las Vegas Hotel, studying the group of men and women gathered around a collection of gaming tables as they played high-stakes poker.

They had no idea that tonight would be the last time they’d gather for a game night in Vegas organized by Olympia Nyx Mykos, known in the underground as the Silent Night.

Especially if a specific person had his way.

But then again, I wasn’t the type of person to ever follow orders.

My grandmother, Yia Yia Gina, liked to tell me I’d made an art form of navigating around the rules and expectations set for good Greek girls of my standing.

Taking a deep breath, I glanced in the direction of a Hollywood starlet. She wore a sparkling red and green gown to showcase her love of Christmas, with long strands of diamonds hanging from her ears. She oozed confidence as she tossed in chips totaling a cool five hundred thousand dollars to raise the stakes at her table, and three players folded. A calculating gleam entered her blue eyes, and immediately I knew she was ready to take the pot holding twenty times what she’d just bet.