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“We need to make this interesting. I could just find a bunch of weird paintings and call it a day!”

“Yeah, you could and then we’d be done with this farce.”

“It’s for the kids.”

“I’m gonna really start hating that phrase if people don’t stop saying it,” I grit out through my teeth.

“Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Where is it?”

“Hartsell.”

“That’s two hours away!” I yell.

“Yeah. So? The kids aren’t worth a little drive?”

“Fine!” I throw my hands up in the air and growl when my phone flies out of my hand and hits the floor with a thud.

I pick it up and growl when I hear Sebastian’s deep growl asking what’s wrong.

“Every damn thing possible. When do you want to go?”

“This afternoon?”

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” I hang up the phone and slug back the whole cup of coffee in one go. This is going to take at least one pot dealing with this horror show.

At three, Sebastian’s truck pulls up outside and I slog out there, dragging my booted feet. “Let’s go,” I open the door and flop on the seat, ignoring him otherwise.

“Nice to see you too, Misty.”

I don’t bother answering. Just nod my head and he sighs and pulls out. It’s the longest two hours of my life and when we pull up at the little farmhouse, a nice lady comes dashing out.

“Hi! Are you here with the charity?”

Sebastian nods his head and steps out of the truck. Her brown eyes widen and she pats her blond hair into place. “Well, well. It’s so nice to meet y’all.”

He grins at her and holds out his big hand which she takes quickly, her smile getting even bigger.

“I’m Sebastian Rowe and this is Mistletoe.”

She shoots me a double take at the name and then her smile dims. “Are you and he...”

Her voice trails off and I smile. “Ummm. No. No we are not.”

Her smile gets bigger. “That’s great. It’s so nice to meet y’all!” She moves closer to Sebastian and he grins bigger, puffing out that big, dumb chest of his.

Her eyes dart down to his hands and she searches for a ring. I roll my eyes. Really? She couldn’t be more obvious if she tried.

“He’s not married,” I growl and cross my arms over my chest. Which is probably about half the size of hers. The woman has a perfect figure and she can’t stop smiling. She’s too damn sweet.

“That’s wonderful!” She has her eyes laser-focused on Sebastian and I don’t think she even remembers that I’m there.

“We really need to get going!” I groan, trying to get her attention. She barely nods.

Sebastian just smiles bigger and traps one of her hands between both of his. “Did you give me your name, darling?”

Her free hand reaches up and fluffs her hair. “It’s Abigail. Abigail Swank.”

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