Page 48 of The Mistletoe Makeover

“In its heyday, Maplewood had the best festival around. They were known for their mistletoe contest.”

I narrow my eyes. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Back in the day, it was the contest all the newlywed and engaged couples talked about. They gave you a time limit to show off your best kiss, then the judges scored you and announced the winner at the end.”

I let out a laugh of disbelief. “What did they rate it on? Most creative? Longest and most passionate?”

“I’m sorry, but we are a PG-rated festival,” she says, lifting a brow. “It wasn’t just about technique. Every couple had to talk about how they fell in love.”

“Like watchingThe Bachelorbefore reality TV?”

“Yes, but they wanted couples who were mad about each other. Most of the older folks in town love reminiscing about the mistletoe contest.”

“Then why not bring it back?”

“Seriously?” she asks. “The committee would love it. But I wish there was a way for it to generate income. The festival desperately needs funds if we want to continue the event after this year. They received a big donation recently, but next year, we’ll be stuck without money.”

I think for a minute. “Why not do a fundraiser? Like a charity auction for something people would pay big bucks for.”

She frowns. “Like what?”

“A date to a high-end restaurant or a popular event.”

“There aren’t any fancy restaurants in Maplewood, and the only big event is yours.”

“No promises, but I’ll see what I can do,” I say. “It would be even more fun if there were volunteers involved.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like dinner with the mayor,” I suggest. “Or a date with you.”

She looks at me in horror. “I’d rather die.”

“When was the last time you dated?”

She looks out the window. “A few months ago, Jaz set me up on a date that was a total flop. I think it was because I told him my hobby was collecting houseplants.” Then she glances at me. “Do you get why I scare men off? I’m a barrel of laughs.”

“Houseplants are riveting,” I say, stifling a smile. “Who doesn’t love a woman obsessed with them?”

“Not just any houseplants... succulents. When I mentioned them, his eyes glazed over.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t find you boring at all,” I admit. “And I’m fascinated with birds. Ava always found that weird, but I like people who have interests that are more than money or success.”

“Thanks for making me less of a weirdo,” she says.

We talk about eagles and succulents and the stray cats who followed me home. Before I realize it, we turn into my drive, and I’m disappointed the trip is over.

I put the car in park as Blackie and Tabby run across the drive to greet us. “Do you want to come inside for a few minutes?”

She glances at me uneasily. “Thanks, but I should probably head home and get a good night’s rest.” She grabs her bag from the back seat. “I’ve got work early tomorrow.”

As much as I want her to stay, both of us need time to clear our heads and get Evergreen out of our system.

But that’s the problem.I don’t want to get her out of my system.

Ever since she mentioned that she’s never been kissed, I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to give her the first one.

“Wait, Mia.” I circle the car, stopping in front of her, my heart beating wildly. “I feel like I should at least say goodbye.”

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