“I’ll happily pry one from his greedy hands.” I smirked.
I wasn’t kidding. I’d steal every single one of the devious creature’s candies to get the impersonator to go away. I wouldn’t let Jack win. Especially after he had crossed the line I had drawn between our yards and let whoever was under the costume come onto my yard. No fucking way I’d let him get away with this.
Faith clapped and cheered me on. “Yay! Go get him, Mommy!”
Oh, it’s on, you big meanie.
I charged out, my boots stomping in the snow, and locked eyes on my target. I glared at the tall person dressed in green without a bone in my body quivering with fright. Instead, I quaked with the need to confront this asshole and give him a piece of my mind.
I glared down at his big furry green feet and watched him extend a candy cane to a boy no older than six. The child smiled and was ready to accept the offering, but the impersonator took the candy back before he could grab it. Immediate tears formed in the child’s eyes.
“Psych.” He laughed evilly.
What an asshole!
I tapped his shoulder. The green one turned around, and I yanked the candy cane out of his grasp before the dick could blink. I gave the candy stick to the child who deserved a sweet treat, and he smiled at me while wiping his tears away.
The envious imitator growled.
Immediately, the boy ran away and scurried down the street. I stood right where I was and stared the awful beast right in the eye. Dark hazelnut eyes bored into mine, and I recognized who was underneath the costume.
Jack Timber.
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Flurried Tumble
Noelle
“You.” I seethed and pressed a finger into his fuzzy chest, jabbing him with each word. “Crossed. The. Line.”
“What damn line?” Jack grumbled.
“Our property line.” I glared as I pushed him backward into his yard. “And you stole my idea, Jack. How could you?”
“What damn idea?” Jack questioned, his teeth clenched.
Good. Jack was angry. The green outfit suited him. I got under his skin as much as he got under mine.
“It’s no coincidence that I hired Santa Claus the same day...” I pressed on his prosthetic nose, pushing his ugly snout in. “Youcome out wearing this hideous costume.”
“Hey!” Jack exclaimed as he swatted my finger away. “Watch the makeup! This took hours.”
The made-up face resembled a villain turned hero. Every green wrinkle, piece of fur, or little pit under his snout. He even had fake eyelashes, for Christ’s sake! Jack was completely unrecognizable except for those deep, delicious eyes resembling milk chocolate, but they were only yummy because of the chocolate resemblance.Okay?Back to hating Mr. Timber.
I shook my head. “I don’t give a damn how long your outfit took to create. You probably hired a makeup artist with your millions, anyway.”
“Try billions, young lady.” Jack smirked a wide, devious grin.
I groaned.
“You stole my idea!” I hissed as I pushed against his brawny chest. “Admit it.”
“I did not.” Jack stumbled over a tether line and into the middle of his shitty inflatables. “Give it up, little Elle.”
Too bad Jack caught his balance and didn’t fall on top of his damn crappy creation. His accident would have helped me win for sure. Instead, an inflatable with large tits ended up in his face, and he pushed it out of his way. His heated eyes locked on me while she bounced to the side.
“Did too,” I shot back and joined him in the middle of his monstrous display.
