Page 3 of Mistletoe Trio
“I don’t understand why they want to hide it. It’s not as if anybody important to them cares.”
I shrugged. “Who knows…”
Camden leaned back against the couch cushion. “Neither of those tactics were exactly subtle. Have you tried being extra flirty?”
I snickered. “What do you think? It always ends up the same—with them running off to deal with their boners, or trying to ignore my efforts.”
Camden facepalmed. “Are you sure you want those two?”
I chuckled sarcastically. “Unfortunately.”
“Ok…” he turned and grabbed a pen and paper from the end table. “You don’t want to be direct yet, and everything else backfires in weird ways. This isn’t going to be easy.”
“You can say that again.”
Camden scribbled something at the top of the page. “Luckily for you, I’m here. Now, let’s figure it out and put Operation Christmas Cock into action.”
“Operation Christmas Cock?” I wheezed.
He grinned. “Operation Christmas Cock.”
Chapter 2 - Declan
“Dude,” I called from the kitchen. “Did you use up the garlic without telling me?”
One of my best friends, Austin, walked in from the living room and started rummaging through the spice cabinet. “Did I? I don’t remember using the end of it. Surely we have a bottle of powder at least.”
“I’m not finding one, and the emergency bottle of minced is empty too.”
He frowned and continued to push aside bottles of various spices in an attempt to find some form of garlic. “Shit,” he mumbled. “How did we run out of garlic?”
“Garlic is life,” I grumbled.
“I know!” he cried, one hand tugging at his blond hair.
Finally, he let out a sigh of relief and held out a dusty bottle of garlic salt.
I crinkled my nose. Garlic salt… It was barely tolerable, but at least I hadn’t added salt yet, so the dish would still be edible if I used it.
“Fine,” I huffed, snatching the proffered abomination. “Add fresh garlic, minced garlic, and garlic powder to the shopping list so this doesn’t happen again.”
He nodded, piercing blue eyes downcast.
I sighed, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him in for a kiss.
Austin melted into the contact.
“It’s my fault too,” I reassured him. “I should have noticed we were getting low.”
“Sorry I used the end of it,” he whispered.
“It’s ok. We’ll survive…” I gave him a lopsided grin. “This time anyway. Next time we might not be so lucky.”
His eyes softened. “Asshole.”
I chuckled and kissed him again. “You know it.”
He smiled. “Do you need any help?”
