“Thanks,” I said, grabbing my glass and marching toward the jukebox like it had personally offended me.
Behind me, Lydia’s laughter followed.
I crouched in front of the machine, muttering under my breath. The screen glowed with scrolling song titles likeJingle Bell Rock,Santa Baby,Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree.All varying degrees of annoying.
But not the song we’d first kissed to when the bar had emptied and I hadn’t wanted to leave.
Not that I was looking for it.
“Seriously?” I said to no one. “Where’s the decent stuff? You can’t tell me this town only listens to Burl Ives and Mariah Carey.”
“I replaced the playlist last week,” Drew said behind me, his voice closer than it should’ve been.
I didn’t turn around. “With what? Candy cane jingles and trauma?”
“Christmas songs,” he said, leaning against the jukebox like he owned it. Oh wait! He kind of did. “It’s December. Comes with the territory.”
I straightened, arms crossed. “So you got rid of everything else?”
“Mostly.”
“Even…” I hesitated, trying to sound casual. “That one song.”
He blinked. “What one song?”
I glared at the floor. “You know.Thatsong.”
His grin widened, slow and knowing. “You mean the one we—”
“Don’t say it,” I hissed.
Okay, so we’d done more than just kiss to that song.
He held up his hands in mock surrender. “The one we…listened tolast summer?”
I groaned. “You’re impossible.”
“That word again.”
“It’s because it keeps being true.”
He was enjoying this far too much. The twinkle lights above the bar cast a golden glow over his face, highlighting the tiny scar on his chin, the one I knew the story behind because I’d kissed it once. Twice. Too many times.
Well, six to be exact.
“Relax,” he said, hands sliding into his back pockets. “I didn’t delete it. Just swapped the mix for December. It’s still in the system.”
“Good,” I said before I could stop myself.
His brows lifted. “Good?”
I quickly folded my arms tighter. “I just meant that musical variety is important.”
“Right,” he said, stepping a little closer. “Totally about the music.”
“Obviously.”
He leaned in, that wicked smile playing at his mouth. “You sure it’s not because you’re sentimental about that night?”
