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Of course it wasn’t. Not when Kit’s place of business rivaled The Greasy Spoon and the town newspaper for what transpired in and around Hickory Ridge. If Kit’s staff didn’t have a story to share, the people bringing their vehicles in for service undoubtedly did. Holly would bet her sister could pen a best-seller with everything she’d seen and heard over the years.
“Why is it so hard for people to mind their own business?”
“C’mon, Holl. If the tables were turned, you’d want to know all the juicy details too.”
“But nothing juicy is going on here.”
“No. It sounds like most everything happened at Morningstar Farm.”
Not quiteeverything, Holly thought, remembering last night’s toe-curling kiss on the sofa. The one she hadn’t wanted to end.
Ever.
Sighing inwardly, she replied to her sister’s earlier comment. “Only because they had mistletoe.” Now, why had she said that out loud?
“Mistletoe?” Kit echoed, and Holly could picture her sister’s face scrunched in confusion.
Now, since she’d opened her big fat mouth, Holly had no choice but to give Kit the details. “Yeah. They had it tacked up everywhere.”
“And I’m willing to bet Chace didn’t let a sprig go to waste.”
If he did, Holly hadn’t seen it.
“I’m not sure how I know this or why I even remember it, but mistletoe is actually a parasitic plant. To survive, it has to grow on other trees because that’s where it gets its water and nutrients from.”
More useless information Kit had likely gleaned from one of her customers. “I think most of what Morningstar Farm has on display is artificial.”
“Stands to reason, I guess.” Kit paused briefly. “So, how was it?”
Holly knew Kit was referring to Chace’s kisses under the mistletoe, but she didn’t want to get into that with her sister when he could come downstairs at any minute. Besides, how was she supposed to answer? If she told the truth, Kit would only have more questions. Or warnings, as the case may be.
But if she brushed them off as nothing to write home about, Kit would never believe her. Not after how Holly used to extol Chace’s expertise in the kissing department every chance she got. How, by just touching his lips to hers, he could awaken feelings inside her she never even knew existed.
Feelings that always led to wanting, or ratherneedingmore.
From him.
Only him.
“You still there?”
Kit’s question snapped Holly out of her thoughts. She cleared her throat. “Yeah.” Her voice still sounded raw.
“Well, if just thinking about mistletoe kisses with Chace renders you speechless, there’s only one conclusion for me to draw.”
Probably the same one Holly had drawn herself.
Sensing the conversation was about to veer into territory Holly definitely didn’t want Chace to overhear, she set her essays aside and jumped off the couch. “Hold on. I’m going to Lyss’s room.”
“Where’s Chace?”
“Reading to the twins, but he could come down at any minute,” Holly replied as she hurried to the lowest level of the house.
“You don’t think he’ll come looking for you? Maybe hoping for a little somethin’ somethin’?”
“No.” Though Kit couldn’t see, Holly rolled her eyes as she closed the door and fell onto the bed. “Besides, we haven’t done anything more than kiss.”
“Oh yes, you have.”
