Page 3 of Promise Yule Be Mine
Since I was the first up, I made coffee and poured a big cup for her. The aroma of the fresh coffee made her stir, and she opened her eyes.
“Morning!” I handed her her cup.
“Morning, future hubby!” she answered.
The last night’s events came rushing back at me. “Oh God!” I said. “Did we propose to each other last night?”
She smiled and took a sip of her black coffee. “We sure did, fiancé.”
“Are you serious?” I asked her with a raised eyebrow.
“You weren’t?”
“I mean…yes and no. Do wereallywant to do this?”
“Why not?” Jenna asked. “We’ve known each other half our lives, we get along, we know everything there is to know about each other and we don’t have sex. We’re already like a married couple. Why shouldn’t we make it official and move on with our lives.”
Maybe I was still drunk or maybe I’d lost my freaking mind but she was still making sense, even in daylight.
“Okay. Let’s do it. But…”
“But what?” She peered at me from behind her cup and I couldn’t quite tell if it was with concern or amusement.
I took a deep breath and stared right at her.
“But if we do this, we keep this agreement to ourselves. No one else knows this is a marriage of convenience. They’ll think we’renuts and we might be but I don’t need all of Christmas Falls to know.”
She nodded. “Righto.”
“So no frolicking with anyone in town.”
“That’s easier for me than it is for you.”
I shrugged. “I don’t care about me. I’m talking about you. I can live without sex. But I know it’s important to you.”
“Okay. I promise. I’ll keep my frolicking outside of town and prying eyes and ears. But you know, if you need to let off some steam, you can do the same.”
“I don’t. I’m making a promise right here, right now. I promise I’ll be yours for as long as you’ll have me and while it might not be a real marriage, I’ll treat it as one.”
Jenna pursed her lips into a smile and squeezed my hand.
“You got it, sweetie.”
I squeezed hers back and took a sip of my own coffee to quell the throbbing hangover. Naturally, it didn’t work, but the sugar hit all the right spots to make it tolerable.
“Are we really doing this?” she asked.
“Sure are,” I said.
“I love you, Kody Campbell. You’re the best friend anyone could have ever asked for.”
“You too, Jenilyn Torres. I love you too.”
She cozied up next to me and leaned her head on my shoulder with a big sigh.
“You know we’ll need to tell your brother and Jett, right?”
I sighed too.
