Here's another day of Christmas romance with A Little Mistletoe. Kyle and Isabella discover they have something very special in common...
If you missed the other days in the story, catch up here: A Little Mistletoe
Hanging out on the slopes and hiking through the mountains all day had tired Isabella out.
She tossed her head back, laughing as Kyle whispered something in her ear.
His attentive manner and teasing ways had caused her to throw caution to the wind, and simply enjoy herself for the day. She would not allow her mind to get caught up in worries about the future. She wanted this holiday to be the most beautiful one ever, and the only way to do that was to open up and live.
Kyle’s left hand rested on her lower back, as he opened the door to the lodge.
Isabella stepped inside, stomping snow from her boots, as she removed her gloves and waited on Kyle, who held the door open for another couple.
“They’re having a movie night down here in the lobby tonight at midnight. You care to join me?” he asked, watching her carefully.
“I don’t know. I’ll probably be deep asleep by then. It’s been a long day and you have really tired me out,” she laughed, pressing a hand on his arm.
“Girl, you haven’t even began to know what tired is, until I—”
“Excuse me, Bella, can I speak with you for a moment?” Troy asked, interrupting their conversation.
Isabella saw Kyle clenching his jaw, and decided to speak up before the situation became hostile. She could tell that Kyle had little patience for Troy.
“I’ve told you, it’s Isabella. You lost the right to call me, Bella,” she hissed.
“Look, I’m sorry about all that. Matter-of-fact, that’s what I want to speak with you about. Can I have just a moment of your time?” he pressed.
“Don’t you think that might upset, Miss Kayla?” Isabella asked, crossing her arms and tilting her head to the side. She had no idea what was so urgent he needed to speak with her in private, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know.
“She’s upstairs asleep. I swear I won’t hold you up for long, just a few minutes in private. Please,” he pleaded.
Without thinking Isabella looked to Kyle.
“Do you mind?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Handle your business. I’ll be close by if you need me,” he said, nodding his head towards the reservations desk.
Isabella walked towards the seating area, and sat in a salmon-colored armchair facing the reservations desk.
Troy held his head down, as he perched on the edge of the couch across from her.
“So, is it like that?”
“I don’t have time for this,” she said, preparing to get up.
“Look, I’m sorry. Would you just hear me out?” Troy reached out to touch her arm and prevent her from leaving.
Snatching her arm back she murmured, “You lost the right to touch me, as well. Get your hands off me.”
“Bel—I mean, Isabella, I know what I did was wrong. I’m not even sure how I got caught up with Kayla again. She happened to come by my mom’s house with my cousin one weekend when we were all hanging out there, and we connected again somehow, you know?”
“No! I don’t know, so please tell me about it,” she remarked sarcastically.
“I realize now I made a mistake, baby. I threw away what we had for a moment of pleasure. What we had was good, and I regret that.”
“When, Troy? When did you regret it? While you were screwing her? While you were boarding the plane to take her on a trip that I planned for you? Or when you saw me with someone else?” she spat nastily.
Nodding his head, Troy conceded that she had a point. “I won’t lie. I’ve been regretting what I did, but you wouldn’t return my calls. I wanna be with you, Bel—Isabella. Seeing you with dude over there, hurts me to the core,” Troy stated, patting his chest. “It’s Christmas. You know the old saying, ‘If you can’t be with the one you love, then love the one you’re with?’ That’s what this thing with Kayla is.”
“Alright then, let me know how that works out for you,” Isabella replied, standing up and turning her back on Troy.
Seeing that Kyle had finished at the reservations desk, she walked back towards him, leaving Troy calling after her.
“Everything okay?” Kyle asked, grasping her hands in his.
“Some men have all the nerve!” she choked out. Isabella was seething mad, in disbelief of Troy’s statement. But she had not given him the satisfaction of seeing that.
“That’s because you’re playing with boys. See a man, a real man, would do whatever it takes to replace that look of rage, with the beautiful sunshine that radiates from your smile.”
Troy reached up and rubbed his thumb across her cheek in a simple caress.
“Yes, really. You see all that tension radiating from you?” he asked, rubbing her temples with his fingers.
Isabella nodded her head slightly.
“I took the liberty of reserving an aromatherapy massage for us in a couple of hours. But first, we’re going to have an early dinner in Buena Cocina 21, because we’ve both worked up an appetite. And after all of the adventures we’ve had today, I want to just sit down and kick it with you for a while. Give you a chance to get to know me better, and me a chance to get to know you better.”
Isabella’s face lit up at Kyle’s thoughtfulness. Buena Cocina 21 was one of the restaurants at the resort. However, it booked up quickly and she had not had a chance to experience its eclectic atmosphere, or enjoy its fine cuisine.
“That sounds like a perfect afternoon. Give me about fifteen minutes to freshen up and I’ll meet you here in the lobby. Will that work for you?”
“I won’t disappoint you.” He winked at her, before she turned away to head up the stairs.
Thirty minutes later, Isabella and Kyle were seated at a booth near the fireplace.
She took a sip of her white wine and smiled at him over the glass. He was delighting her with stories of his childhood, and his brother’s torture of him.
“I’ll bet you were a cute little kid. Where’d you say you grew up?”
“I didn’t. But we’re originally from Cleveland. A few years after college, I moved out West to California.”
“Oh really?” Isabella asked mildly curious.
“Yeah, I needed to trade in the snow and ice for a little California sunshine and some beach time to relax.”
“I love to visit the beach to unwind. Take a good book, or hang out with my sister and get some girl-time in. I live in California, too,” Isabella said, smiling at the waiter who served their dishes of Jamon, tortilla de patata, and croquetas.
Kyle nodded his appreciation to the waiter for serving their tapas and refilling his wine glass before turning his attention back to Isabella.
“So, what beach do you and your sister hang out at?” He held his glass to his lips prepared to take a sip of wine.
A look of pleasure took over Kyle’s face, as his eyes narrowed, and he smiled intriguingly at Isabella.
“What?” she asked, as she bit into one of the croquetas. She closed her eyes, and moaned softly at the heavenly taste of the blue cheese and cured ham mixture.
“Oh nothing. Just that I might get to see that look of pleasure on your face more often, after this trip is over.”
She licked her lips, and smiled curiously at him. “What are you talking about?”
“You live in Santa Monica?”
She nodded her head. “Yes.”
“I live in Pacific Palisades. No more than fifteen minutes from your area, tops.”
Isabella’s heart banged with a loud thud in her chest. This Christmas was growing more interesting by the day.
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