Page 168 of The Holiday Clause
“Yeah, right.” Jocelyn looped her arm around Wren’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s find a table.”
They grabbed an empty high-top as Jocelyn shoved dirty cups into a pile. “Girl, there’s no confusion now. Greyson marked you in front of the whole town!”
Wren’s face hadn’t stopped burning. “Was it bad?”
“Bad? Hell no. It was awesome! Boy doesn’t show his face unless it snows for nearly twenty years, and suddenly he’s ramming his tongue down your throat like a sailor on leave.”
Looking anxiously toward the bar, Wren waited for her drink.
“So,” Jocelyn said, leaning across the table. “How did it go?”
Shifting nervously, Wren hesitated. “It was…emotional.”
Her friend scrunched her nose. “Ew, really?”
“What’s wrong with emotional? We’ve been friends a really long time.”
“Do you mean emotional, like, orgasmic?”
“That, and…” She shrugged. “Earthshattering. Confirming. Beautiful.”
“Are you sure you did it right?”
“Yes, Jocelyn. Besides, that was just the first time.”
“Oh, thank Odin. Skip to the good stuff.” She waved her on. “I want details!”
Appearing with their drinks, Greyson handed one to Wren. She eagerly took a long sip then regretted it immediately, sputtering at the straight whiskey.
The bar was packed elbow-to-elbow with holiday cheer, mismatched string lights blinking overhead as off-key patrons sang along toRockin’ Around the Christmas Tree.
Greyson bracketed his arms around her as if he didn’t plan on letting her out of his sight until spring thawed. He’d barely taken his hands off her since they docked.
“It’s so weird seeing you two like this,” Jocelyn said, gawking at them. “I can’t believe you actually did it.”
The front door banged open, and snow flurried in with new arrivals—Soren leading the herd.
“Here we go.” Greyson waved his brother over.
Soren approached, brushing snowflakes from his shoulders. “Wren. Grey.”
“Hi, Soren.” Wren smiled nervously, remembering the last time they spoke.
He gave a tight grin. “Quite a show you put on today.”
“What can I say? I’m not one to be outdone,” Greyson smirked.
“Well, well, well. Look what the nor’easter blew in.” Jocelyn latched onto Soren’s shoulder.
“Still got the charming voice of a sea hag, huh Joce?”
Unimpressed, Soren turned back to Wren. “Did you like the boat ride?”
“It was really cool seeing everything from the other side.”
“That’s probably the last one.”
Her smile faltered. “Why?”
