His breath is warm against my ear.
“You said, and I quote, ‘Lumberjacks bring the wood.’”
I laugh out loud. Like, really laugh. Enough that a few people turn to stare. Mrs. D. presses a hand to her heart.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Harrison shakes his head, that perfect, boyish smile firmly in place.
“Look up.”
I do.
Mistletoe.
On cue, he cups my face and pulls me in. The kiss is slow and careful, a delicate burn that hurts in the quiet way goodbyes always do.
Applause and cheers erupt all around us.
Somewhere between the noise and the lights, the happiness and the warmth, I break my only rule.
I fall for the leading man.
CHAPTER 48
Harrison
Our kiss breaks apart to cheers as the crowd sweeps us away, hands clapping shoulders, arms pulling us into hugs.
I’m still reeling from it.
From her.
Something settles heavily in my chest, unfamiliar and dangerous.
Does Pix feel this, too?
The electric spark that could power a rocket to space?
Or has she already flipped the switch, filed this under very good, excellent performance, and moved on?
Because if it’s only me standing here on shaking ground, that’s a problem. And I need to talk to her. Now.
I start scanning the room for Pix.
And then my worst nightmare steps into my fucking path. Six-foot-four. Built like a tank. Zero smile.
Gabe.
“Harrison,” he says, blocking me clean. “Can I talk to you?”
He’s calm. Too calm.
“Sure, Gabe.”
“Privately.” The way he says it isn’t exactly a suggestion.
I’m fairly certain this is where Pix’s big, bad older brother kills me.
