Page 40 of A Very Merry Enemy

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“They’re too small. We need to make an impression.”

“Lucas, I’ve been doing this for?—”

“Size fucking matters, okay?”

She glares but rolls the next one bigger. Slams it onto the baking sheet hard enough that it flattens too much.

“Now you’re just being a brat,” I say.

I grab the dough and start rolling it into a ball.

Holiday snatches it from my hands. “You’re being a bitch,” I continue.

“You’re being too critical!” she throws back.

“Maybe if you actually listened?—”

“I’m the professional here! You’re just—” She stops, breathing hard.

“Just what?”

“Just someone who can’t let go of the past long enough to see what’s right in front of him.”

Her words are a stab to the heart.

Before I can respond, a knock on the window makes us both jump.

Hudson stands outside, waving. Grinning. He points at his phone, and mine buzzes with a text.

Hudson

You two look like you’re having fun.

Lucas

Go away.

Hudson

Do you need a referee?

Lucas

Worry about yourself.

Hudson

How about you keep it down? Pretty sure the whole farm can hear you fighting.

He looks up at me and grins, then goes back to typing.

Hudson

We’re about to go to the snack shack and make popcorn.

I immediately send him a middle finger emoji.

I glance at Holiday, who’s glaring at Hudson through the window. She flips him off. Hudson laughs and sends me another text.

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