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“I hope you all know how excited I am to be spending my first holiday season in Havenport,” Nina says. “We had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and we’re both looking forward to Christmas and also New Year’s. Hopefully, this is the first of many.”
“Hopefully?” Travis inquires. “Like I’m ever letting you go.”
“Maybe there’ll be a wedding sometime in the new year,” Willow says, waggling her eyebrows.
“There’s no rush. I’m happy with where we’re at for now,” Nina replies.
“Notice thefor now,” Reed points out, trying to stir up trouble.
Willow whacks Reed’s arm. “Don’t start.”
“Oww, Will. Why are you always hitting me?” he asks.
She shrugs. “Because you’re an asshole.”
“Well, what does that say about your taste in friends?” he asks, challenging her.
Tipping her face up, she grins at him. “Obviously, my taste is shitty.”
Jordan jostles my leg with his, and I turn to look at him. He leans in, whispering, “I might be noticing something between them.”
“I told you.”
“I’m not convinced anything will evolve from it, though.”
“Oh, it will.” I have no doubt. Sooner or later, the sexual tension will be too much to ignore.
The rest of the night passes in that easy, comfortable way I’ve always loved about our group. Jokes and jabs are tossed across the fire, silly stories are shared, and the one constant is laughter.
When Travis and Nina stand and stretch, Jordan rises beside me.
“You’re heading out too?” I ask, tilting my face up to him.
“Yeah.” He pauses, looking at me like there’s something else he wants to say. Then he gives me a warm and easy smile. “Don’t forget I’m stopping by the shop tomorrow night.”
“How could I forget?” I tease, rising to my feet in front of him.
“Save me one of those cranberry muffins. A big one.”
“They’re all big.”
“Then make it one that’s sweeter than the rest.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
He grins, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers brush my cheek, featherlight but intentional. “Night, G,” he murmurs, then turns and disappears into the shadows beyond the dying firelight.
Suddenly, tomorrow can’t come fast enough.
CHAPTER 10
JORDAN
When I walk into Laugh A Latte, I’m expecting a quiet, empty shop, but I find the opposite. Willow and Nina are here, and there’s a large open box of Christmas-themed paraphernalia on the floor.
“How’s it going?” I call out, three pairs of startled eyes swinging my way.
Ginger hurries over with a chagrined expression. “The girls dropped in unexpectedly to help me decorate, and I lost track of time.” She turns the Open sign to Closed and locks the door.
