Page 94 of Hunted: Season Two

Bunny

“Ohmygoddddddd,” giddily giggles Posie from across the counterspace, “Kipp is sooooo gonna love that!”

I let the corners of my lips curl towards the paper snowflakes that are dangling from her store ceiling. “He better. This shit wasn’t exactly easy to find.”

Especially not with him curiously peeking over my shoulder practically every chance he gets.

Thankfully, not because he’s jealous or not so secretlythinkshe has something to be jealous about, but simply because I’ve been spending way more time on my phone reading about pregnancy, newborns, and stealthily Christmas shopping.

I haven’t done the whole Christmas thing in years.

None of it.

Not the tree.

Not the decorations.

Damn sure not the gifts.

A lot like being in a relationship – threelationship? – it’s new.

And exciting.

And fills me with joy as opposed to apprehension which issucha fucking relief.

I’ve wasted enough of my life like that.

I don’t wanna go back.

Iwon’tgo back.

Regardless of whatever Brad tries to do to me.

Us.

“He istotallyobsessed with that franch,” Posie dramatically sighs prior to flipping her hair over her sweater covered shoulder. “The fact that you got him a framed,signedmovie collectable collage is absolutely gonna jingle his bells.”

It’s impossible not to snicker at her Christmas pun. “You live for holiday jokes, don’t you?”

“The boyfriend is a bad influence.” She offers me a piece of tape, grin massively growing. “He swears heloveshearing them.”

“Does he love hearing themor,” I slide the object from her fingers to mine, “does he really just love hearing them fromyou?”

Her teeth steal a small bite of her bottom lip. “Idontknow.”

“What do you think?”

“That being asked to meet his ‘rents for Christmas wassonot on my BINGO card for the year?”

“Same.”

An arched eyebrow of curiosity is instantly shot in my direction.

“Not for you!” leaves my mouth in frazzled rush. “I meant forme. I absolutely would’ve put that on my card foryou. That and will go out of his way to kiss you underneath the mistletoe.”

“Ohmygodhedoesthat!”

“Not surprised.” The playful wink that escapes me precedes the smoothing of the sticky item in its proper place on the edge of the package. “You two are Mariah Carey Christmas in love.”

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