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She chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Not that you need to repay me, because you don’t, but if you ever want to show appreciation, I wouldn’t mind a repeat of the cherry cordial chemistry we had.”
“Is that what you’re calling it?”
I shrug. “Not really sure.”
“Could be a new thing. Maybe instead of a crowbar at check-in, they each get a how-to tip sheet with a box of chocolate-covered cherries. We could call it the cherry cordial sixty-nine.”
I let out a laugh. “Now that’s some solid thinking. Maybe you should change the name of the cottages from Candy Cane to Cherry Cordial.”
That gives her pause as she thinks about it. “You know, that might not be that bad of an idea.”
“Are you seriously considering it?”
She shrugs. “Why not?”
“Babe, can you imagine explaining that name to Dwight?”
“Ha,” she says. “Not really.”
I chuckle. “Not only that, but it’s a Christmas town. If you come in bringing the sex, not sure anyone will support you.”
“Not even you?” she questions playfully.
“Oh, it would be you and me on an island, but that’s an island I don’t mind floating away on.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Max
Narrator: There’s one thing for sure: I’ll never look at a chocolate-covered cherry the same.
And rumor on the street is every time Max sees a chocolate-covered cherry, he gets hard.
Then again, would we expect anything else from him?
At this point . . . no.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Cole asks as I sit on a stool in the reindeer barn while he brushes Donner. “It’s fucking creepy.”
“How am I looking at you?”
“With your teeth hanging over your lip, eyes wide.”
“What? No, I’m not.”
“You were.”
“You’re delusional,” I say. “I was looking at you normally.”
“No, you’re looking at me as if you want to say something, but you also think that you shouldn’t say anything.”
“Ha, as if I have something to tell you.” I cross my arms at my chest, dying to tell him about last night. But you know how it is; I have to play hard to get.
“You have something to tell me.”
“No, I don’t.”
