“Doubt the story has extended outside of Christmasville, but I wanted to be on the safe side.”
 
 “Yeah, ok.”
 
 My life would forever change because I was the beer billionaire’s girlfriend.
 
 **P**
 
 Noah and I didn’t go into town Monday. We fucked each other’s brains out most of the day. It was one of the most invigorating days I ever had with a man. That evening we walked over to my house to trim my tree and sing Christmas carols. Correction I sang Christmas songs. Noah again kept my cup flowing with Brandy eggnog. Delicious.
 
 Noah stepped out the front door of my cabin. I locked the door behind us. “While we’re in town, I need to buy a new coat.”
 
 “Oh, yeah.” Hands stuffed in his pockets, he trudged backward toward his truck parked beside mine. “What color?”
 
 He threw up a gloved finger. “Let me guess. Gold.” Noah chuckled behind his gold aviator sunglasses.
 
 My lips parted.
 
 “No, wait. A silver coat with tinsel hanging over the shoulders and down the arms.”
 
 I bent over and packed snow in my gloved palm.
 
 “You’ll miss, baby. I’m too quick for you.”
 
 I pulled back and tossed the snowball, smacking him in the face.
 
 “Yeah, look who has a great throwing arm. Never underestimate a woman. I played softball until eighth grade,” I laughed.
 
 “There are seventeen days until Christmas. Plenty of time to learn about each other’s lives.”
 
 He whipped his gray coat sleeve across his face.
 
 “Sounds like a plan.”
 
 I blinked, and he pulverized me with a snowball.
 
 “Varsity football captain, baby.” He threw his fist in the air.
 
 “We were both athletes as teenagers.” I walked toward my truck.
 
 “I’ll drive.”
 
 “Babe, I’ll drive.” He ran around and opened my door.
 
 I peeked over the side of the mountain. His arms wrapped around me from behind.
 
 “Hey, don’t ever do that. It’s dangerous. I wouldn’t want you to slip over the edge.”
 
 “We need a fence. “On it.”
 
 I pecked his lips.
 
 Sitting on the passenger side of his Suburban, I stared out the window admiring the pure white untouched snow covering our land.
 
 “Are you keeping the house?”
 
 “Hope, I think so.”
 
 A smile widened across my face. “That’s great news.”