Page 37 of A More Than Mayhem Christmas

I check the wallet, count out the cash. “Two dollars and fifteen cents.”

Dylan shakes Logan’s hand. “Deal.”

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Heidi

Lucy doesn’t have a mirrored dresser in her room, so Mikayla and I brought in a chair from the kitchen and set up in the bathroom. I’m not really sure what Amanda meant by “make her look like a bride”, but I was too afraid to ask.

I looked for something white in Lucy’s closet for Mikayla to wear, but Lucy lives in dark colors, and she’s also pint-sized compared to the rest of us, so there’s no way anything would fit. And I don’t exactly drive around with my makeup collection in the trunk, so I can’t do much with Micky’s face, not that she needs it. And also, we have completely different skin tones. The most I can offer is to do something with her hair, and so that’s where I start.

I watch Mikayla through the mirror as the flat iron preheats and smile when she does. “You’re getting married,” I say, almost as excited as she is.

“Crazy, right?”

“Are you kidding?” I laugh out. “We’ve been waiting for this moment forever.”

“I know…”

“You don’t have to go into detail,” I state. “But whatever was holding you back, you’ve worked it out now?”

Before she has time to respond, there’s a knock on the door.

“If you’re anyone but Jake, you can enter!”

The door opens, and Roman pops his head in. “Demander said I need to help you. Though, I…” He glances at Mikayla, then me. “I don’t really know how much help I’ll be.”

I don’t look at him when I say, “I tried to find something white,anything, but I couldn’t. Maybe you can try?”

“On it,” he replies, closing the door between us.

I settle my hand on Micky’s head, ready to get to work, but she shifts, turning to me, her eyes wide. “What?” I ask.

“You’re blushing!”

“Shut up! Am not.” Maybe a little, but it’s hard not to. Roman ishot—all dark hair and dark eyes and tanned, masculine arms. Even beneath his sweatshirt, I can tell he’s built?—

“Heidi!”

“What?” I laugh. “So, he’s hot? So are a million other guys. I literally just met him tonight. I know nothing about him.”

“Jake said he played baseball with him. Didn’t you guys go to the same school?”

“Yes, but I don’t remember him.”

“Ooh,” Micky sings, facing the mirror again. “I bet you’ll remember him now.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, and I bet he’ll forget me tomorrow.”

Mikayla’s nose scrunches. “Did he remember you from school?”

“Yeah.”

“See?” She raises her eyebrows. “You’re impossible to forget.”

Shaking my head, I tell her, “Either way, it’s not like—” I shut my mouth the second the door opens again. Roman walks in with sheer curtains, toilet paper, and a length of rubber hose.

“Those curtains are from Katie’s bed, are they?” Micky asks him.

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