Page 27 of Holiday Unscripted
“Who said that?” She folds her armd over her chest.
“It was said in Victorian times.”
“How do you know that?” she asks me and I shrug.
“One of my techs mentioned it the other week.”
“So someone else didn’t want to kiss you.” I hate that I can’t see her eyes as she closes the distance between us. “Figures.”
“She’s one of my staff members,” I tell her. “Even if she wanted a kiss, that would be a no.”
“You can spin it whatever way you want to spin it. I’m going to go with she didn’t want to kiss you.”
I lean down now and go close to her ear. “If memory serves me right”—I can smell her soft perfume mixed with her berry shampoo—“you kissed me first.” Her back goes straight as I step back away from her. To be honest, both of us lunged at the same time, but I’m not going to tell her that part if she doesn’t remember.
She just stands there with her mouth hanging open. “If memory serves me, you kissed me back.”
I smile at her brightly. “Damn fucking right I did.” I smirk. “But it doesn’t change the fact you kissed me first.” I tap my finger on her nose.
She storms past me, and I can’t help but chuckle to myself. “I guess it’s one nothing for me.”
She doesn’t even hold the door for me and I catch it right before it’s going to smash into my face. “Oops.” She snickers. “My bad. My hand slipped.”
“I’m sure it did,” I state, standing in the back of the room, with everyone piled into the warm room.
There are Christmas trees decorated all around the room, next to each tree are racks and racks of ornaments. Each tree its own bright color. “If I can have everyone’s attention.” The woman holds up a stick. “We’d like to welcome you to Magical Winter Wonderland tree farm.” She smiles. “It’s our honor to have you here with us.”
I look around and see a sitting area all the way in the back with a small counter and I read the menu, seeing they have a couple of baked goods and hot chocolate or hot apple cider. “We will take you all out to the field”—I turn back to her—“and you will get to choose the tree for your home.” I hear conversations happening around the room. “You can either cut down your own tree, which we do recommend if you have done it before, or we can assist you.”
The chatter starts once again and now Macy steps up. “If you see a tree and you already picked one out for home, let us know and we’ll have it taken over to the reception area so we can take pictures with it.”
We all start walking out of the cabin and head over to the side. “I’m cutting down the tree,” Elizabeth declares from beside me.
“What?” I turn to her.
“You need a tree for your house,” she points out, “and I’m assuming you will be getting one for your house. I will be cutting it down.”
“You really think someone is going to give you a chainsaw to cut down a tree?” I turn to her. “Honestly, ask anyone if they would give you a chainsaw.”
“I’m cutting my tree down,” she huffs.
“To put in my house.” I follow her as she treks it up the side mountain.
“You said make myself at home, did you not?” She stops next to a row of small trees. “This is me making myself at home.”
“I could say no,” I mention as she walks through a bunch of small trees. I see her parents over on the other side with Jack and Evie as they point out the biggest ones.
“You could,” Elizabeth says, “or we can get two trees.”
“Where would I put two trees?”
“I could put one in my room,” she suggests, moving past the trees and going to the other section.
“You really are taking the make yourself at home saying literally.”
“You betcha.” She smiles at me. “Who do you think I talk to about getting the saw?”
“Elizabeth,” I say her name, “there is no chainsaw, it’s a handsaw.”
