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Jones points at me, narrowing his eyes. “You better play nice, Rosie-Posie. Or I’m gonna tell Mr. Cabin Stealer all your deep dark secrets.”

“That’s fine, ‘cause I don’t have any.”

“No?” Jones folds the top half of his body over the table. “Not even that you got yourself off by looking at his pictures on Facebook?”

“Cams!” I shoot a look at her.

My best friend, folks. The traitor.

“I didn’t tell him.” Cammie smacks Maverick in the chest.

“Jones,” Maverick grumbles.

“Great. So there’s officially no secrets in this group anymore.”

“Apparently not.”

Freaking Jones. Except he’s still keeping a secret we haven’t been able to get out of him yet. That becomes my new mission: make Jones tell me whatreallyhappened with him and Mia.

“What about Designated Dean? Will he be joining us at the cabin this year?”

I shoot a glare at him. No way is he about to give me a hard time about hooking up with Designated Dean. It was one time. One New Year’s at the cabin after way too much rum.

“I don’t know. He might be.”

“Ohhhh, I see. Keeping your options open. In case it doesn’t work out with the cowboy.”

“Shut up, Jones. You know we’re all friends. And speaking of friends, where’s Mia been these days?”

“On that note, I gotta get to work.” Jones shoves a frosted snowman cookie into his mouth as he stands. “I’ll see you all in the morning,” he says with a mouthful. “Bye, Dad,” he calls.

“Hey, if you were working at the hardware store with your sister and me, you wouldn’t have to work on Christmas Eve,” Jack, his dad says.

“Dad,” Jones groans. “Please don’t start with me. It’s Christmas for fuck’s sake.”

He gives Grandma Nettie a hug and waves at the rest of us. “If any of you need a drink, you know where to find me.”

That sounded appealing. Because the last thing I want to do is go back home alone. On Christmas Eve. No Gigi there to make us hot chocolate and watch Christmas Vacation with.

As if spending my first Christmas without her wasn’t bad enough, now I have to deal with this asshole from Texas threatening to take away the thing that meant most to Gigi.

I don’t care if he’s the hottest guy I’ve seen in quite a while, if he wants the cabin, he’ll have to drag me away from it himself.

CHAPTER2

Nico

As far as I’m concerned, the entire town of Maple Ridge, Colorado can suck my dick.

Stomping down the snow-shoveled sidewalk, the bitter wind whips at my neck as I grumble under my breath. I stuff my hands into the pockets of my jacket as I head back to the hotel. Half of the shops up and down Pine Street are already closed. My guess is because it’s Christmas Eve.

My phone has been blowing up with texts from my mother for the past hour asking if I got things squared away with Rosalie Milano and can take the red-eye so I’m home in time for Christmas morning. NOPE. Despite addressing her asMiss, Rosalie Milano is far from being a lady. That woman’s got some mouth on her.

One I wouldn’t mind shutting up by giving it a job to do.

Just the thought of her cherry-red lips makes my cock twitch.

She’s too fucking hot for her own good. A brunette with olive skin, deep brown eyes, and a nice round ass. And the way she screwed up her lips the angrier she got with me; I hate how much it turned me on.

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