Page 78 of Holiday Hook Up

Epilogue

“Icould dothis all day.”

Bethany couldn’t agree more as she playfully tugged on Adam’s flannel shirt. “I think we did that all yesterday and most of last night.”

That they did. The last twenty-four hours involved a lot of kissing, cuddling, and a few other things that easily shot them both up Santa’s naughty list. They’d have many days to get back on the nice list—or better yet, stay on the naughty one. That thought produced a mischievous grin. She raised her head until her lips met his again.

“So let me see that ring again.”

She wiggled out of his embrace and went behind her desk in the back office, picked up the ring, and handed it to him. She’d confessed last night that Emma had found it in the sea of rings that Brandon’s opening up the trunk had produced.

“This life,” he read the inscription. “It’s . . .”

“Spooky.”

“You think your life with me is going to be spooky? That hurts, LB.”

“No, silly.” She came around and sat next to him on the edge of the desk. “I think our life is going to be perfect. It’s weird how Mary brought this ring and . . .” She jumped off the desk and rested her arm on the first tower of MR Wedding boxes. “And all these items into my life.” In addition to the ring, she’d filled Adam in on the deliveries she’d received and how she deduced they were from Mary the night of the movies when he’d referred to his distant cousin as MR.

Adam came over and inspected the boxes. “I can’t believe Mary sent all these. What do you think she’s up to?”

“You think I have a clue what your dead distant cousin—a witch who went around enchanting spoons and a hope chest—is doing?”

“Good point.” He chuckled and picked up one of the black nighties. “I definitely think she wants you to put this on tonight.”

She came up to him and snatched the silk out of his hands. “Don’t even think it because Rachel was right.”

“About what?”

“You’re a blanket hog.”

He pulled her into his arms and whispered into her ear. “But if you put this on, I guarantee both of us will be nice and toasty all night.” He nodded to the calendar hanging above her desk. “I could wear my uniform.”

She’d forgotten about Mr. July still hanging up above her desk, but she didn’t care. “Suspenders sans shirt, too?”

“Hell, yeah.”

She giggled, and they kissed again. Maybe these boxes were for their wedding one day—not that she was pushing the cart in front of the horse. Okay, she totally was.

Grabbing her jacket and purse, they walked onto the floor, trying to decide between Chinese food or Mel’s BBB burgers for dinner. A tap on the front door ended their conversation. Bethany crossed the room and let in a frantic Rachel, followed by a perturbed Zoe.

“Hi, girls.” Bethany eyed the two. “What’s going on?”

Rachel started, “I need to know w—”

“We,” Zoe interjected. “Weneed to know.”

“Fine. We need to know who Will’s soul mate is.”

Adam slid on his leather coat and adjusted his gloves. “Sorry, ladies. I’m putting a moratorium on spells.” He glanced over at Rachel. “The last one I did was a doozy.”

“I knew this was a waste of time.” Zoe put her hand on the door.

“Wait.” Bethany thought for a second. She’d like to help her two friends put an end to the mystery of which one of them could be Will’s soul mate. Emma was still out of town, so she couldn’t perform the spell. “What about Sheila?”

“We tried her house first, but her neighbor said she flew to Texas this morning.”

“Really?” Bethany hadn’t heard that Sheila was leaving. She hoped that trip was a good thing and that Emma had reconciled with her father.

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