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Wasted_Words:

Is it murder or Christmas tonight?

I look around, my heart thumping wildly, half expecting him to be standing behind me, but my apartment is empty.

Annalise Harris:

Christmas and how did you know?

It’s almost a full minute before he answers.

Wasted_Words:

The Netflix algorithm gives away all your secrets. And you’ve fallen asleep a few times. I watched the second half of A Pumpkin Spice Proposal one night while you snored away beside me.

Annalise Harris:

I do not snore

Wasted_Words:

Are you going to tell me what you’re watching?

I hesitate only for a second this time.

Annalise Harris:

Romancing the Christmas Duke

Wasted_Words:

How far in are you?

Annalise Harris:

22 minutes. She just left the first Christmas pageant practice, and only half the cast showed up, and they did not look promising. He is on a runaway horse charging through the woods. She spotted the horse in her car on her way home and wandered into an abandoned Christmas tree farm. Now you’re all caught up.

Wasted_Words:

Pressing play now

I hit play as well, not entirely sure if he’s serious.

Wasted_Words:

Devastatingly handsome dude with the long hair is the Duke I presume?

Annalise Harris:

According to the preview, yes, but we don’t officially know that yet.

He falls from the horse just as the schoolteacher spots him. She rushes to his aid next to the most beautiful Douglas fir just as tiny snowflakes begin to fall.

Wasted_Words:

Bet you he’s going to have amnesia

His text comes just before the duke opens his eyes and asks, “Who am I?”