The Grumpy Billionaire Who Stole Christmas Read... (EASY)

"It’s Christmas ," I snapped, stepping into his space. "People have met there, fallen in love there, and built traditions there for fifty years. You can’t just buy a soul, Silas."

"You’re late, Noelle," he said without turning around. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that always made the hair on my arms stand up—partly from irritation, partly from something I refused to name. The Grumpy Billionaire Who Stole Christmas Read...

Silas watched me, his gaze dropping to my lips for a fraction of a second before locking back onto mine. The silence stretched, heavy and charged. "It’s Christmas ," I snapped, stepping into his space