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her face and wishing he’d kiss her. He directed
her toward the spot he’d flattened, then let her go. “Just move with the
music.”
    Kazlyn
listened, recognizing the Nutcracker. How ironic. One of her favorite
performances. She shed her coat and started moving. She couldn’t do the dance
accurately—she usually would’ve been en pointe—but she danced
through the song, enjoying every second, even if she didn’t have the Snow King
lifting her and couldn’t do her normal leaps. She got to the part where the
Snow King would’ve boosted her up for the finale and Ty was suddenly there. He
wrapped his hands around her waist and easily lifted her above his head. Kazlyn
laughed, looking down at him. He held her there, chuckling along with her and
spun a slow circle. Suddenly, his eyes darkened, smoldering as they studied her.
He lowered her, his strong body brushing against hers as he held her close.
    “You’re
an amazing dancer,” Ty whispered.
    “Thank
you.”
    She
shyly looked away from him. Ty didn’t say anything, but she could feel his gaze
on her. Kazlyn’s eyes were drawn back to him like a moth to the light. His eyes
lowered to her lips, then met hers again. She went on tiptoes and wrapped her
arms around his neck. Ty came down to meet her. His lips overtook hers and her
heart raced for reasons other than the exertion of dancing.
    His
mouth and body in contact with hers was the purest joy she’d felt. It was
better than Christmas morning as a child.
    Ty
released her mouth, but continued to hold her close. Even without her coat, she
was warm when she was with him. “Kazlyn.” His voice was husky. “You’re the most
beautiful Christmas angel I’ve ever met.”
    She
blushed, feeling beautiful to him. “I’m no angel.”
    “Oh,
I know, you’ve called me all kinds of awful names.”
    “Ha!
You deserved them.”
    “I’m
sure.” He trailed strong fingers down her cheek. “Do you still think I’m a
schmoozer?”
    She
tilted her head to the side, appraising him. “Yes.”
    “ What ?”
    “But…”
She laughed. “I love it. You can schmooze me with your pretty words any time.”
    He
winked, bowed his head to hers, and schmoozed her without any words at all.

Chapter Eleven
    Ty felt more
nervous than he had at last year’s championship game as he climbed Kazlyn’s
porch steps Sunday morning. Her mom was great and Porter seemed to be warming
up, but Luke was a different story. He was still semi-shocked the guy had tried
to hit him.
    He
glanced around at the house that looked more like a cabin. It fit perfectly in
the rustic setting. He raised his hand to knock just as the tall wooden door
swung open. Kazlyn launched herself into his arms and gave him a quick kiss. “I
missed you.”
    Ty
savored her soft form in his arms before leaning back to admire how beautiful
she looked in the flowing red dress. “Not as much as I missed you.” He pulled
her close, and almost went for another kiss when a throat cleared in the open
doorway behind them.
    Luke
stood glaring at them. “Mom wants him to ride with us.”
    Kazlyn
took his hand and they walked together through the house. She lifted a
knee-length tan coat off the couch. He helped her into it, then reached for her
hand again, earning another scowl from Luke. Would the guy ever ease up?
    “You
look amazing.” Kazlyn squeezed his hand and smiled up at him.
    “So
do you.” Dealing with her brother was more than worth it if he could be with
Kazlyn.
    Porter
and Rebecca greeted him warmly and the question and answer period driving to church
was bearable. Kazlyn squeezed between him and Porter in the backseat of an
older Ford Explorer. With his arm around her shoulder and her hand resting on
his knee, he would’ve answered anything her mom wanted to know. Luke focused on
driving, not speaking to anyone.
    Ty
thoroughly enjoyed the church service—songs from the choir and
congregation, and a brief message on loving as the Savior would love