Page 30 of Blame It On The Reindeer

“MaybeImind.”

He just smirked and kept walking as if my words meant nothing to him.

I opened the door, not bothering to make sure it stayed open for him as I stepped inside. It wasn’t a huge office, and this time of year, it felt even smaller with all of the stuff I had crammed in here for the Frosty Fest. I shoved a few boxes out of the way and opened the closet door to grab the extension cords.

“Here you go,” I said, shoving a handful at him. “Whatever you don’t need, you can just leave them on the floor, and I’ll put them away later.”

“What’s the deal with you and Sam?” he blurted out, catching me by surprise.

“Excuse me?” My brows pulled tightly together.

“You and Sam. What’s the deal.”

“How is that any of your business?”

“It’s not. But I’m still asking.”

“Yeah, and I’m refusing to answer.” I planted my hands on my hips and glared at him.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I threw my hands in the air, confused yet again.

“Put your hands on your hips and glare at me.”

My eyes narrowed so far that I could barely see out of the slits as I placed my hands back on my hips and stepped toward him.

“I will do whatever the hell I want, and nothing you say or do is going to stop me. Do you underst—”

Before I could get my words out, Brody’s arm locked behind my waist, pulling me flush against his chest as his lips lowered to mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle but filled with hunger as his mouth desperately fought to claim mine.

I immediately tried to pull away, but then his hand slipped down to my ass and gripped it so hard that I froze as his other hand firmly held the back of my neck, keeping me in place. My lips parted, accepting him in as my fingers quickly began tugging at strands of his hair while I tried to get more of him.

Just as things were really heating up, he stepped away and broke the kiss. His hazel eyes frantically searched for something on my face while I attempted to catch my breath. That was by far thehottestkiss I’d ever had.

“I’m going to ask one more time,” he said sternly, rubbing his fingers across his jawline. “What’s the deal with you and Sam?”

“Nothing,” I immediately answered. “Sam is a really good friend. Nothing more than that.”

“Are you sure? He knew your drink order.”

“Sam knows everyone’s drink order,” I countered breathlessly. “You could go out and quiz him right now and he would be able to tell you every single person’s order.”

He nodded as if this information satisfied him, then grabbed the extension cords he’d thrown on the chair and left.

What in the world just happened? Was Brody seriously jealous of Sam?

Eighteen

Brody

It was way later than I expected when I finally finished helping with the tree and wanted to leave. The sun had already set hours ago, bringing with it a drastic drop in temperature. I shivered as I climbed into my truck and turned the key in the ignition, frustrated when it wouldn’t start.

I tried again and again, not ready to admit defeat. Finally, I got out and headed back into the mall to see where the nearest automotive shop was. I knew my grandpa’s truck was old and needed quite a few repairs, but those had been on my to-do list as well.

Just as I was heading in, I spotted Aiden and Sam coming out. I tried to ignore the jealousy I felt every time Sam interacted with Jasmin, but I believed her when she said nothing was going on between them. Throughout the day, he had been the same with everyone—male and female—which helped reassure me that he didn’t have the hots for the girl I’d just made out with in her office.

“Forget something?” Sam asked, both of them stopping to talk with me.

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