Silent Night: Vampire Holiday Romance (The Night Songs Collection Book 4)

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    Clearing my search, I typed in health care just to see what popped up.
    Tons of jobs, but I qualified for nothing. I knew I could do the work, but I didn’t have the experience or the certifications.
    What was I going to do?
    If I stayed with Aidan, I could go to school during the day and work at night. Once I got a certificate, I could look for a better job and still go to school. Once I actually started working full time, maybe I could get a place of my own. Then I wouldn’t rely on Aidan anymore. I’d work while he slept, and I’d see him in the evenings.
    It was so crazy it just might work. For the first time in a long time, I felt excited about the future.
    The day flew. I spent it checking out nursing programs, making notes, and sending emails. The fastest way to start working would be to become certified as a CNA. I could be done in a month. I hoped that I wouldn’t piss off work by changing my availability. They always stressed how important open availability was. But then they didn’t give me enough hours to survive.
    That was exactly why I needed take this class.
    As much as I had it all figured out, a few things stood in the way. The first one was money. I’d have to start saving up. It wasn’t that expensive, but when you didn’t have money for food, it might as well been a million dollars.
    I heard someone moving around in the other room. I looked out the window, stunned to see it was already dark out. Giving Aidan a few minutes to settle in to his day, I cautiously padded out to the living room. The last time I talked to him, we fought, I’d called him a liar. Now I was going to ask him for a favor.
    Hopefully he’d understand I needed to do this to get myself out of this hole.
    “I didn’t know if I’d see you today.” He looked up at me, eyes twinkling, as he steeped his tea.
    “I have the day off,” I reminded him. “Thanks for buying the coffee maker. It’s awesome.”
    “You’re welcome.” He blew on his tea before taking a sip. “You were so mad last night, I didn’t know if you’d find another place to stay.”
    My confidence crashed all over the floor. “Is that what you want me to do?” I forced the words out. The answer scared me more than anything. Wanting something was so much harder than settling for nothing.
    Aidan leaned in the corner of the counter, still in his pajama bottoms and undershirt. The thin fabric clung to his chest, hinting at lean muscle underneath. A little bit of hair curled out of the V neck. “You’re impossible sometimes, you know that?”
    “I don’t mean to be, but I can’t help it.” I focused on my foot, drawing a semi-circle on the floor.
    He put down his tea cup and went out to the living room. I didn’t follow. He came back in the room, stopping so close to me his arm bumped mine as he wrote on the piece of paper he brought back with him.
     
    Dear Kyndra,
    You are welcome to stay as long as you want.
    Aidan
     
    He underlined his name for emphasis and handed the sheet of paper from me, trying his hardest to conceal a smirk. “I’m going to get a frame, and put it in your room.”
    My room. If my heart swelled any more it would explode.
    “But, I just—“
    He placed his finger over my mouth, stopping me before I even had a chance to say anything, the smirk now a full blown smile. “But nothing. You keep trying to complicate this. It’s not complicated.”
    I nodded, his finger still pressed against my lips. I fought the overwhelming urge to kiss it. To take his face in my hands and to kiss his lips. They were made for smiling. And definitely for kissing. I wanted to feel them move against my lips, to kiss my neck.
    Our eyes stayed locked for a long time. He moved his finger away from my lips, and picked his tea cup back up, not taking his eyes off of me as he took a sip. My insides rippled.
    “I’ve been—“ I gasped as he raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “Let me talk! It’s something good. I’ve been looking at CNA

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