Page 39 of The Mistletoe Mix-up

Wren went on the defensive, snapping, “Alright, so what is this, some kind of warning for me to stay away from Sam?”

“I don’t care who you date anymore. You’ve been all over the country doing God knows what with God knows who. Besides, I got my own kid to worry about. I don’t need to police your dating choices. Just your driving ones.”

“Thank you for the support,” she deadpanned.

“You’re welcome, but I do need that license and registration.”

Wren held up her middle finger. “I got your license and registration right here.”

“Are you threatening an officer of the law?”

“Oh for the love of— You’re really gonna give me a ticket?” she hollered, grabbing her information from the glove compartment and slapping the silver pouch in his hand. “Here. Does this make you happy?”

“Absolutely. Just because we’re family doesn’t mean I can let you get away with murder.”

“It’s a speeding ticket, and there’s nobody around.”

“I got quotas,” he said, scratching that obnoxious pen against his pad.

“You know most brothers listen to their sisters. Call each other on the phone when they want to talk about something. They don’t normally give out speeding tickets as a way to say hey.”

“But we’re not like normal siblings, are we? We’re cool siblings. Besides, the guys at work think it’s funny to give speeding tickets to other forms of law enforcement. When they find out I gave one to my own cop sister, I’m going to be the man for a month.”

“It’s asinine,” she said.

“Big word. I’ll have to look that one up.” He patted the bottom of her open window. “Hang tight. I’ll be right back.”

Wren clenched her teeth. This was unbelievable, although she shouldn’t be surprised that Luke would do something like this. Even though he was the oldest, he was always the one who liked to play practical jokes on the rest of them.

“Here is your ticket, ma’am,” Luke said, handing her information and the ticket back to her through the open window. “Please slow down and be safe.”

Wren took the ticket, glaring at her brother when he ducked down so she could see his grinning face. “Thank you so much for making my night.”

“Well, you’re welcome. I’m sorry that Casanova was a disappointment.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“If the highlight of your night was getting a speeding ticket, you didn’t have to say it.”

“I was being sarcastic!”

“Well, I’m glad I can be of service either way.” Luke thumped the roof of her car with his hand. “I’ll see you for lunch on Sunday.”

“I can’t wait, jackass,” she said.

“Love you, sis.”

“I hope you step on a Lego in bare feet!”

Chapter Twelve

Early the next morning, Sam found himself heading toward Holly Winters’ house on Evergreen Circle. It had been a few months since he’d done a drop by, and he missed his friend. He’d been trying to give Holly and her boyfriend, Declan, space after Sam realized he’d been spending more time at Holly and Declan’s than his own place. Well, Declan had helped him realize it when he asked Sam if they should just turn the guest room into his room.

Today the bigger man was going to have to deal with Sam’s presence. He’d sent Holly a text to be sure she was up and available for company, and she’d sent back a thumbs-up.

Sam hoped she might be able to talk him through what happened with Wren last night. After she left, he’d cleaned up the kitchen and taken a shower, but once he climbed into bed, sleep eluded him. Sam couldn’t stop thinking about how good she’d felt around his cock, the sight of her playing with her breasts, and the red circle on the pale skin of her neck his mouth left behind, branding her.

Fuck, how messed up was he? Thinking about marking her as his, like she was a damn cow. Nothing like it had ever crossed his mind before, but now, he couldn’t stop thinking of doing it again. Maybe in a bed this time.