Page 131 of A Very Merry Enemy
“Just stay here,” I say.
I unlock the door and step outside, pulling it closed behind me so Holiday’s blocked from view. The temperature has dropped significantly since earlier in the day.
“We’re closed,” I say, towering over him. I honestly imagined he’d be taller.
“I can see that.” Dominic’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s dressed in clothes that look designer—dark jeans, a cashmere sweater, and a leather jacket. Everything about him screams money and sophistication. “I came to see Holiday.”
“She’s working.”
“Yeah, she can take a break.” His eyes flick past me.
“Yeah, don’t think she wants to,” I say, stepping to block his view of Holiday.
“And who are you? Her boss?” He looks me up and down like he’s assessing livestock.
“I’m Lucas Jolly,” I tell him.
Recognition flashes across his face. “Ah. Jolly. I’ve heard about you.”
The way he says it makes my jaw clench, like I’m beneath him.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“To speak with Holiday. Privately.” He emphasizes the last word. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Ah, see, that’s where you’re wrong, bud.”
His smile transforms into something more sinister.
The door opens behind me and Holiday steps out. She’s taken off her apron and her arms are crossed over her chest. Her face is neutral, jaw locked tight, but I notice the tension in her shoulders.
“Dominic,” she says coolly.
“Holiday.” His whole demeanor changes, but it seems rehearsed. “I had to see you today. I’ve texted you several times and have received no response.”
“Yeah, it’s because I have nothing to discuss with you,” she says.
“Please.” He glances at me. “I didn’t fly across the world for nothing.”
“Go on, then,” she says. “What do you want?”
“I wanted to speak to you alone,” he mutters.
“No thank you,” she says firmly.
Something flashes in his eyes—anger, maybe, or jealousy—but he covers it with that charming smile.
“Okay, then. I can’t get you off my mind, Holiday. I think about you every day,” he says. “I’ve been in town for a day and have heard the most interesting gossip.”
Holiday doesn’t respond, just stares at him.
“Apparently, there was quite a scene at a wedding last night.” He looks at me. “With him?”
“Last time I checked, she can do whatever the fuck she wants,” I say, and not very nicely.
Dominic ignores me, bringing his attention back to Holiday.
“People are talking.” He stares at her. “I’ve seen the photos online. I read the articles.”
