Page 11 of Mr. Right Under the Mistletoe

Nick scooped up the oversized shopping bag in one hand, looping his other hand around my waist. As we walked out of the store, he leaned over, “How was that?”

“That part was fine. But what the hell is this Ugly Sweater party? And why didn’t you tell me about it?” A hot bolt of fresh panic raced through me as I mentally reviewed my wardrobe, coming up blank. “I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“No prob. I’m sure my mom has something you could wear.”

I cut my eyes at him. “Really? Your mother?”

“What? You guys are about the same height.”

I smacked my forehead for full effect. “No, Nick, I don’t want to borrow a sweater from your mom!”

“Oh, I know. I bet you could borrow something from Jackson’s girlfriend.”

“Cool. A total stranger.”

“Dude. I’m out of ideas. We’re in Starlight Bay. There’s nowhere to get an ugly sweater here. C’mon, just borrow one from Harper.”

I sighed. “You’ve basically left me no choice.”

“You’re such a team player—I love that about you.”

“Be glad I’ve had years of crisis management practice, Milton.”

He smiled, his adorable dimple erasing a smidgeon of my annoyance. “Just one of your amazing attributes. I’ll text Jackson and see what we can figure out.”

I rolled my eyes, but went along with the plan. I loved his mom, but I really didn’t want to have to borrow her clothes.

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