Page 67 of Mistletoe Misses
“Too busy to tell your friend the news of the decade?”
“You’ll understand why when I fill you in … but later. We have some painting to do.”
“Fine,” she concedes with a loud sigh.
Climbing onto the base of the wide picture window, I whip the stick-figure drawing out of my pocket and hold it up for her to admire.
“You want me to draw that?” She points at the paper. “On there?” Her finger moves to the window behind me.
“Not exactly like this. You’re the artist. Use your imagination.”
“Does this Santa happen to have delicious chocolate tones, hazel eyes, and muscles that melt panties, or do we have to stick to regular, boring Santa features?”
“Kait!”
“Just askin’ because my imagination is stuck on Santa Maddox.”
“Shhh,” I get out before a fit of laughter takes over. Envisioning Maddox in a traditional Santa suit is quite amusing until I start picturing him in something more modern and form-fitting.
My hand jumps into action to fan my flushed face.
Kaitlyn’s eyes narrow, studying my physical reaction to my thoughts. “Did you and Maddox …”
“Don’t I wish? But no.” I lower my voice, dying to tell someone. “We just kissed … a ton.”
She squeals, and I panic. We’re supposed to be discreet, and here I am word-vomiting our secrets to the first person I see. Granted, she’s not just anyone. She’s my best friend, and with that title comes the responsibility of keeping all my secrets. Notthat I have many of those, making this one, as grand as it is, a light carry.
Setting aside the tray of paints, she grabs my arms so I can’t circumvent her questions. “How was it? Super hot? Hotter than hot? Panty melting hot?”
“Goodness, Kait. Stop. I’ve already said more than I should.”
“Why? Is it a secret that you two aretogethertogether?”
“Yes. Don’t tell anyone. We’re laying low.”
“I bet you are,” she purrs, making me heat from within. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything, and I’ll paint your sexy Santa with hazel eyes. You just won’t be able to see them because his eyelids will be closed as he melts Mrs. Claus’ panties with a steaming hot kiss.”
“You're incorrigible.”
“You know this, yet you still invite me over to save your ass.”
Picking up the paints, I thrust them into her hands. “Get to work.”
???
“Carmen,” Kaitlyn says with concern coating every letter.
“What is it?”
She points out the window. “Is that your man with a … baby carrier?”
I search the sidewalk and street and find Maddox walking toward the hardware store with Trixie snug in a sling tied across his torso. A snicker escapes at the absurdity and adorableness of those two. “Yep, that’s Maddox and his second favorite girl. He lost her the other day, so he’s probably making sure he—”
“Are you his first favorite?” She wiggles her brow and smirks.
“No. That would be Nana. I’m much lower, after his mother, sisters, and Sadie.”
“At least you’re back on the list.”
