Page 102 of The Holidate Season


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Fuck the blanket for me.

I toss it to her behind the tree, leap to my feet, feel something shift wrong in my shoulder, and cover my junk. “This isn’t—” I sputter.

“It’sexactlywhat it looks like, andget out!” she yells.

Jude looks at her.

Then he looks at me.

My heart tries to climb out of my chest.

Fuck.

My friendship with him is one of the longest of my life.

And it’s very, very obvious that I’ve been banging his sister.

His sister, who is the only person in the entire world who could’ve actually made Christmas not just bearable, butawesome.The only woman in the world that I want here with me, not just today, but tomorrow and the next day and the day after.

His sister, whom I very much want to seriously date.

“I—” I start.

“You serious about her?” he cuts me off.

I hold his gaze while I nod. “Yes.”

He studies me right back.

And then the bastard grins like this is the best news of his life. “Awesome. You two wanna throw on some clothes and go ice skating? Australia was way too hot for Christmas. I need snow. Meg, betcha fifty bucks my fudge recipe’s finally better than yours. If you’re not ready in ten, you’re paying for dinner too.”

He turns around, walks out the door, and shuts it quietly.

Meg peers at me from between the branches of the tree.

I stare back at her.

“I knew he’d do that,” she whispers.

I blink.

She chokes on a laugh.

And then a tear slips down her cheek.

And then she chortles again.

“Are you—are you okay?” I ask.

“Ithoughthe’d approve, but I—areyouokay?”

I stare at her a beat too long before I nod.

“And you still—even if he approves—you still want me?”

That one takes a minute to sink in.

And when it hits, it hitshard. “You’ve dated douchebags who only wanted to date you to piss off your brother?”

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