Page 47 of Mistletoe, Mayhem & Mr. Grump
I look down and realize I'm practically in Holden's lap. When did that happen?
"Habit," I mutter, scooting away slightly.
"After one night? Fast habits," June notes with raised eyebrows.
"We should go to this committee meeting," Holden says, standing abruptly. "Get it over with."
"You can't go like that," I inform him.
"Why not?" he asks, looking down at himself.
"Your shirt's still got a tag sticking out, you're wearing one of my socks, and you have what appears to be my lipstick on your neck," I list.
He touches his neck, and his hand comes away pink. "This is glittery."
"It's festive lipstick," I defend. "'Candy Cane Dreams' by—not important."
"Very important," June disagrees, writing furiously. "'Local Businessman Wears Candy Cane Dreams' is a great headline."
"I'm not a businessman," Holden protests.
"What are you then?" Finn asks innocently.
The room goes quiet. Even Giuseppe stops winking.
"I'm... between things," Holden says carefully.
"What things?" June presses.
"Past things and future things," he answers vaguely.
"That's not an answer," Finn points out.
"It's an existential answer," I defend, though I'm curious too. "Very philosophical."
"Speaking of philosophy," Holden redirects, "shouldn't we head to this meeting?"
"You still need to change," I remind him.
"Right. I'll just..." he gestures vaguely toward the door.
"Your clothes are here," Finn points out helpfully. "All over the floor. Like breadcrumbs of passion."
"Please never say 'breadcrumbs of passion' again," I beg.
"Passion crumbs?" Giuseppe tries.
"Worse," Holden and I say together, then look at each other.
"You're already talking in sync," June observes. "That's either very sweet or very concerning."
"Why would it be concerning?" I ask.
"Couple brain. Very contagious. Soon you'll be finishing each other's?—"
"Sandwiches," Holden interrupts.
"Sentences," I correct, then realize what we just did. "Oh, God."
