Page 170 of The Holiday Clause
Back at the table, Logan had arrived, his curls bouncing above the sea of hats. “Hey.” Kissing Wren’s cheek, he smiled. “You look better. Got your color back.”
Looking slightly harassed after being left alone with Jocelyn, Greyson immediately moved to Wren’s side. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. It was a good talk.”
“So I don’t need to kick anyone’s ass?”
“Not tonight.”
“So, this is awkward,” Logan said, sipping a beer. “Grey and Wren. Wren and Grey.”
“Maybe say it a few more times,” Soren grumbled.
“Someone sounds jealous,” Jocelyn sang into her slushy red cocktail.
“Hardly.”
Greyson grinned, proudly sliding a possessive arm around Wren’s shoulders. “You wish.”
“Can we all just make a unified adjustment and get over the awkwardness?” Wren said, taking a deep breath. “Yes, Greyson and I are now a couple. But I’m still Wren and he’s still Grey.”
“Except you’re banging.”
All eyes turned to Jocelyn. Wren stilled. “Thanks, Joce. Helpful as always.”
Logan, shoving right past the awkwardness, lifted his beer. “To the new couple.”
“Thank you, Logan.” Looking up at Grey, Wren prompted, “Say thank you.”
“Thanks.”
Soren rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah, this feels totally natural. Like a root canal with an ice skate. I’m not at all uncomfortable.”
“Someone sounds jealous,” Jocelyn sang.
Soren glared at her. “Do you ever shut up?”
“Hey, my words are money. Be grateful you get them for free.”
As the evening wore on, things only got messier. Even the mayor was drunk, standing on chairs with Ralph organizing some kind of holiday football pool.
The boys ordered another round, but every sip only made Wren count down the minutes until they were alone again. Finally, warm lips pressed against her temple. “You ready to go after this?”
Smiling up at Greyson, she gave a subtle nod. As fun as this was, she’d rather be back in his bed.
When Jocelyn nearly fell off her chair, Soren jumped into action. “I’ve got her.” He hooked an arm under Jocelyn’s as she became as slippery as a Jell-O shot.
“You sure?” Wren asked.
“Yeah. My car’s right out front.”
“We’re heading out, too,” Greyson announced, tossing cash on the table.
Outside, the temperature had dropped another ten degrees. “How are we getting home?”
“It’s taken care of.” Greyson pointed to a horse-drawn sleigh waiting at the end of the street.
She gaped at him. “Are you serious?”
