My Badger is doing literal flips in my head, squealing like he just won the jackpot. I feel like I did.
When I lift my head, she’s flushed.
Her lips are kiss-swollen.
Her amber eyes sparkle with something that might be heat or maybe murder.
Her lips quirk.
Almost a smile but not quite.
She takes one step back.
Then smacks me so hard the enchanted mistletoe trembles and the magical snowfall above us flurries sideways.
Ow.
Still grinning like a dumbass, I open my mouth to speak—then I think better of it, and I kiss her again.
She responds at first, kissing me sweetly.
Then she bites my lip. Drawing blood.
I gasp, and I wipe it, licking the red drop and growling.
Naughty girl.
She growls, “Stop it, you jerk!”
“Never. I will never stop coming for you, Honey.”
“I swear to?—"
She doesn’t get to finish because—SPLASH.
Ice-cold champagne rains down the back of my tux.
“What the actual hell?—”
“I told you if you broke her heart, I’d break your face!” Emery screeches, holding an empty champagne flute like she’s channeling some wrathful holiday goddess.
I blink, dripping.
Behind her, my brother Bobby crutches his way over in the rental tux I made him put on.
He pauses, blinking at Emery like he’s just had a religious experience.
“Oh,” he says dreamily. “Hello.”
Emery whips her head toward him.
“What’s your problem?”
“I think it’s you, actually?” Bobby murmurs, his eyes wide.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I mutter.
Bobby’s still staring.
