to pat her knee. The tingles shot right up her body, and she bit her lip.
“You did most of it I think. All I did was release that tension, but you took care of it, and you made sure it didn't hurt anyone or go wrong. You are the amazing one, Rina.”
She blushed and shook her head. “Let's just say it was a team effort.”
“Deal. Now, I am hungry. I know we fed the kids there, but I didn't feel comfortable eating their food since I wasn’t starving. Want to go to the diner and get some lunch?”
She looked at him, surprised. “Really? You want to spend more time together? I'd have thought you would've grown tired of me.”
“I don't think I could ever get tired of you, Rina. Let's go get some food.”
She warmed at his comment but didn't say anything back. She wanted him, really wanted him. This couldn't end well.
Chapter 5
Justin walked the halls of his school, smiling down at the kids as they shuffled toward their classrooms. Some of the kids looked happy, enjoying their day and loving school. While the others looked like they'd rather be anywhere else, including playing out in the snow. His magic pulled within him and beat against his skin. He could feel it —like a magnet —reaching, longing to help the kids who weren't happy. When he’d used it for the first time with Rina at the orphanage, it was as if his body had decided it was time to stop being sluggish and instead be a full-time executive. He still wasn't sure if he was up to the job, or even wanted it, but, apparently, his magic—or whatever the hell they called it—was ready.
The school bell rang. The last of the kids shuffled to their classes, and the teachers closed their doors. He walked the empty hall, content that all was okay. He loved his job.
But, thinking about the fact that it might not have been his decision to go down this path made him pause and feel uneasy. Rina had told him that it might not have been Santa’s interference that made him choose to be a teacher, and then later a principal, but he wasn't sure. He didn't remember the exact moment he’d decided to go into the teaching field, but he knew it was soon after the ice incident.
Did that mean, because of someone else's interference, everything he had done from that point on wasn't by his own choice? He didn't know how he felt about that. It was as if his life was out of his hands and someone else was taking control.
There was nothing he could do about it now. He loved what he did, even if it was a product of an accident. And, now, thanks to Rina, he had another outlet to help children and figure out who he was.
Rina.
He'd felt the way her pulse increased every time he touched her. He’d known then it wasn't just him. Thank God. He loved the way her smile brightened every time something good happened.
Had he just said love in connection with a woman?
He needed to slow the hell down. He hadn't even kissed her yet. Oh, he had been thinking about it. A lot. Like every thirty seconds or so. And not just kissing. No, he wanted to know what her skin tasted like. She smelled of sugar cookies and cinnamon, and he wanted to see if her skin tasted the same. Now he knew why he’d been craving sugar cookies like a maniac. Because, apparently, he was Santa’s minion. Well, whatever the happy equivalent of that was. But, damn, he really wanted to know what Rina tasted like.
He knew she was his assistant, and he probably shouldn't be thinking those types of thoughts about her, but he couldn't help himself. She just fit so right against him. He hadn't meant to hold her so close the day before, but he was glad he had. She had tucked close to him and held on tight. He had only wanted to comfort her so she knew that everything would be okay. She’d looked so distraught at doing something so impulsive.
For some reason, he couldn't fault her for it. He knew there was more to the story than her being stuck in the basement of the workshop, and he needed to figure
“You did most of it I think. All I did was release that tension, but you took care of it, and you made sure it didn't hurt anyone or go wrong. You are the amazing one, Rina.”
She blushed and shook her head. “Let's just say it was a team effort.”
“Deal. Now, I am hungry. I know we fed the kids there, but I didn't feel comfortable eating their food since I wasn’t starving. Want to go to the diner and get some lunch?”
She looked at him, surprised. “Really? You want to spend more time together? I'd have thought you would've grown tired of me.”
“I don't think I could ever get tired of you, Rina. Let's go get some food.”
She warmed at his comment but didn't say anything back. She wanted him, really wanted him. This couldn't end well.
Chapter 5
Justin walked the halls of his school, smiling down at the kids as they shuffled toward their classrooms. Some of the kids looked happy, enjoying their day and loving school. While the others looked like they'd rather be anywhere else, including playing out in the snow. His magic pulled within him and beat against his skin. He could feel it —like a magnet —reaching, longing to help the kids who weren't happy. When he’d used it for the first time with Rina at the orphanage, it was as if his body had decided it was time to stop being sluggish and instead be a full-time executive. He still wasn't sure if he was up to the job, or even wanted it, but, apparently, his magic—or whatever the hell they called it—was ready.
The school bell rang. The last of the kids shuffled to their classes, and the teachers closed their doors. He walked the empty hall, content that all was okay. He loved his job.
But, thinking about the fact that it might not have been his decision to go down this path made him pause and feel uneasy. Rina had told him that it might not have been Santa’s interference that made him choose to be a teacher, and then later a principal, but he wasn't sure. He didn't remember the exact moment he’d decided to go into the teaching field, but he knew it was soon after the ice incident.
Did that mean, because of someone else's interference, everything he had done from that point on wasn't by his own choice? He didn't know how he felt about that. It was as if his life was out of his hands and someone else was taking control.
There was nothing he could do about it now. He loved what he did, even if it was a product of an accident. And, now, thanks to Rina, he had another outlet to help children and figure out who he was.
Rina.
He'd felt the way her pulse increased every time he touched her. He’d known then it wasn't just him. Thank God. He loved the way her smile brightened every time something good happened.
Had he just said love in connection with a woman?
He needed to slow the hell down. He hadn't even kissed her yet. Oh, he had been thinking about it. A lot. Like every thirty seconds or so. And not just kissing. No, he wanted to know what her skin tasted like. She smelled of sugar cookies and cinnamon, and he wanted to see if her skin tasted the same. Now he knew why he’d been craving sugar cookies like a maniac. Because, apparently, he was Santa’s minion. Well, whatever the happy equivalent of that was. But, damn, he really wanted to know what Rina tasted like.
He knew she was his assistant, and he probably shouldn't be thinking those types of thoughts about her, but he couldn't help himself. She just fit so right against him. He hadn't meant to hold her so close the day before, but he was glad he had. She had tucked close to him and held on tight. He had only wanted to comfort her so she knew that everything would be okay. She’d looked so distraught at doing something so impulsive.
For some reason, he couldn't fault her for it. He knew there was more to the story than her being stuck in the basement of the workshop, and he needed to figure
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