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He scoffs. “Definitely not. Is this you?” He asks, pointing to my building.
I bypass his question. “Come on, Scrooge. I need your help.”
“Ask someone else.”
He starts to back away, but I call after him. “Best two out of three?”
“Two out of three what?” I’m sure he wants to leave, but his curiosity has gotten the best of him. Good.
I walk up to him and hand him the snowball. “If you can hit that sign across the street two out of three times, you don’t have to help. If you don’t, I’ll see you tomorrow morning at ten am.”
Rolling his eyes, Andrew cocks his arm back and throws the snowball hard, hitting the sign dead center.
Inwardly, I curse, but I don’t allow him to see that. “Not bad. Only have to hit it once more and I’m out of your hair, Scrooge McDuck.”
“Whatever you say, Pickles.”
“Pickles?”
He shakes his head. “Give me another snowball.”
Grinning, I slap one in his outstretched hand. Just like before, he draws his arm back to throw, but this time, I throw a snowball at his chest. He stumbles and his throw goes wide, missing the sign by feet.
He turns to me, a look of shock on his face. “You cheated.”
“No, I’m trying to win. I really need help Scrooge.”
“Don’t care.” Quicker than I can see, he scoops up some snow and hauls it at the sign. I twirl around to look at the throw and see that it falls way short. Looks like he didn’t pack it as tightly as he should have. Yay for me!
Like a kid in a candy store, I jump up and down, clapping my hands. “Yes! Come on, Scrooge. A bet’s a bet.” I pull my phone from my pocket. “Give me your number. I’ll call you with where to meet.”
With a scowl, he recites his number, face red from cold and irritation. If I didn’t need the help, I’d let him off the hook, but I do. He only has himself to blame for taking the bait.
Flashing him another smile, I back up to the door to my apartment building. “Thanks for this Scrooge. Who knows? I might turn you into a holiday lover yet.”
He grumbles as he walks away and I practically float up the stairs. Now that I have someone to help with my booth, I can go all out. The Fair Falls resident won’t know what hit ‘em.
Chapter 5
Andrew
My ringing phone wakes me out of an already fitful night of sleep. The grating, cheerful voice that comes from the other end has me groaning.
“Goooood morning, Scrooge,” Dylan sings in my ear. “Why aren’t you awake?”
I hear some sort of holiday jingle in the background and I get irritated on principle. No one needs to listen to holiday music this early. “It’s not even nine yet.”
Just as I say that my alarm starts blaring, signaling that it is now nine am. I groan again, throwing my arm over my face.
Giggling sweetly—no, not sweetly—in my ear, Dylan says, “It is now. Come on. Wake up. I’m at the bar. Meet me here in … thirty minutes?”
“I’ll be there in an hour. No reason to get this done this early,” I grumble, throwing my blanket from my legs. “Who is even up this early to work?”
“I am, handsome.” I hear movement and grunting. “Hurry, please. As much as I hate to admit it, I can’t lift this box into my truck.”
“Fine.” I hang up before I can be suckered into rushing. An hour is plenty of time.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I put my head in my hands for a moment. How did I let a teeny tiny omega trick me into helping him with a fucking holiday booth? Damn my competitive nature. He didn’t even try that hard and I was all in to beat him.
