Page 15 of Promise Yule Be Mine
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re doing an experiment,aren’t you?” I raised an eyebrow.
Mom and Dad groaned and threw their napkins onto the table.
“Nikita Lee Campbell, sit your ass down and put those plates back on the table.”
Nikita huffed but followed Mom’s order, crossing his arms when he sat back down.
“You guys hate Dishie. I knew it.”
I patted his leg. “Come up with a better name for your little disaster robot and we might let you wash the dishes with it.”
“Dishie isnota disaster robot, and it’s a great name.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Me too,” Jenna added.
“Me three.” Dad raised his hand.
“Me four,” Mom said.
“Just admit it, won’t you?” Nikita whined. “You all hate me.” He added a fake snivel at the end that only made me roll my eyes.
“We don’t hate you,” Mom said.
“Just your silly little inventions.”
“Pfft! That’s the same thing.”
“Well, you don’t cause disaster every time we turn you on. Unlike them.”
Nikita pouted and everyone laughed. And of course, as usual, I went back to playing with my dogs and thinking of my wedding planner.
The same wedding planner I was going to see tomorrow.
The same wedding planner I’d have to be around until the big day.
I didn’t know what real torture was, but this sure felt like it. Either torture, or punishment. For agreeing to do this in the first place. But what choice did I have? I’d made a promise and I intended to keep it.
6
NOVA
“So…what’s the plan for today, Future Mrs. Campbell?” I injected as much enthusiasm into my question—and my attitude—as possible for fear of letting my true colors show. Colors being a code for obsession and true being code for“your fiancé.”
It was unbelievable so much time had passed since I’d met Kody for the first and only time and my fascination with him and his life persisted like a horrible itch. Or a dreamy fantasy as Rhett liked to put it, which didn’t help my case.
The one and only silver lining was that I was here for work and work alone. I was here to do what I did best and that should keep me busy enough to stop me dwelling on my unnecessary and unhealthy fixation.
“I want to show you more of Christmas Falls, so we’re going to the Arts and Crafts Fair so you can get immersed in the holiday magic.”
I turned to my driver, friend, and client, and narrowed my eyes.
“Shouldn’t we catch up on the wedding stuff? It’s in less than a month.”
“Oh. Yes,” she said with a roll of her eyes and after a little lip-biting she added. “Well, we’ll kill two birds with one stone. That’s where the wedding is taking place.”
