Page 54 of Unwrapped

“It was stupid. Meant less than nothing.”

“Really?” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“Really.”

“That’s good to hear since Federico has his lips sealed on hers right now.”

“What?” My head whips toward the crowded dance floor.

“Gotcha,” she smirks.

“Fuck,” I mutter, looking down at my boots.

“She’s having sexy dreams about a certain jolly fat man.”

A sense of pride surges through me. “She is?”

“She told Sally who told me.”

“You women are ruthless.”

“She said Santa has six pack abs and a wicked tongue.”

My eyebrow rises. “I am pretty hot and a total God in the sack you sure you good with the silver fox?”

She smacks my forearm. “He put a baby in me.”

“Right. There is that.”

“I need a favor…”

“You too? Is that why everyone wanted me to come back to Springdale? To grant favors? I’m not a genie in a bottle.”

“No. You’re Santa and I need to book you Christmas Eve.”

“Fuck. No.”

Her chin tips up and her head back. “You can’t say no to a pregnant woman.”

“I can.”

“Cannot.”

“Can too.”

She stomps her foot. “Has anyone ever told you how annoying and frustrating as fuck you are.”

“I have.” Her voice does weird shit to me. My skin tightens over my cheekbones, heat unfurls to snake along my spine and my mind—can’t figure out what to do with the woman. Kiss her or strangle her.

“Buy me a drink?”

I don’t even glance her way. “Can’t. Won’t. Isn’t tour date taking care of that?”

“He can’t. He left.”

My lips twitch. “Your date left you? Here? Jesus, fur baby how did you scare him off already?”

“I didn’t. He said you did.”

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