Page 101 of The Mistletoe Mix-up

When she finished cleaning up, Sam addressed the group with a sardonic expression. “Are we all satisfied now?”

“As your little brother,” Clark said, digging out his wallet, “I feel like I should be able to hit you in the face with a pie.” Clark pulled out his five, and he handed it over, weighing the pumpkin pie in his hand.

“Fine, little brother. Come on, let me have it!” Clark’s pie caught him against the cheek, and pumpkin filling exploded into his ear and hair. A few people hung on the outskirts, watching, and Sam felt like yelling, Are you not entertained?

“Anyone else?” Sam asked.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Chris said, giving Holly a stern look when she started rummaging in her purse.

Wren came walking in from the left, took one look at him, and burst out laughing. “Jeez, you really got it, didn’t you?”

“I know.” Sam hopped off the chair to greet her, leaning against the fence. “And I didn’t even date half the women who showed up.”

“I think they may have posted an advertisement after your announcement at the bachelor auction,” Merry teased.

“Is your shift about done, or are we waiting on more angry women to get you?” Wren asked.

“Oh, the last five pies were just us having fun,” Holly said.

Sam checked his watch and shaved off the last two minutes. He was tired. “It’s two o’clock. I’m done.”

“Let’s go.” He waved at the attendant. “Thanks for sticking with me.”

The girl blushed, and Wren rolled her eyes. “Have you learned nothing?”

“What? I was just being friendly.”

He came up to Wren and was going to put his arm around her, but she put her hands out. “No no, let’s not do that right now.”

“You don’t wanna hug me?” he pouted.

“Not when you’re covered with globs of gunk. I just got changed.”

“Come on, I got some coconut pie on me that is calling your name. I think over here,” he said, wrapping his arms around her as she squealed. He kissed her on her neck, cheek, and finally claimed her mouth. After a few moments of protest, she gave in, melting under his kiss and wrapping her arms around him.

When they pulled apart, they realized the Winters clan was still standing there, staring at them with wide eyes.

“Holy shit, he really does love her,” Merry said.

“It’s the end of the world as we know it,” Declan deadpanned.

Sam would have flipped them off if Chris and Victoria hadn’t been with them. “You guys are hilarious.”

“Come on, kids, let’s leave the lovebirds alone,” Victoria said, shooing her brood out of the tent. Before she exited, Victoria pointed at Wren and said, “You and I will have to get together and chat if you’re going to marry my adopted son.”

Wren blinked at her. “We didn’t talk about that!”

“Not yet, but I can always smell a wedding.”

“That is the weirdest thing I have ever heard, Mom,” Merry said, leading the way out of the tent.

When Wren and Sam were alone, he looked at himself in his cell phone camera and grimaced. “I think we need to get cleaned up.”

“Hey, I’m all good with that,” Wren said, feeling around her neck and cheeks. “I think you got a little in my hair.”

“I probably did,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Whatever happened to your baby grinch?”

“He got probation since his parents brought in everything he stole, and we were able to get the items back to the owners except for a few things he’d already sold.”