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“And? It’s your place, darlin’. You can do whatever you want. It’s perfectly you. But do you want me to help you clean up?”

She nods. I don’t think she’s ready for me to go, either. I just want another hour with her, but I also have to be up early for work.

“Oh, I got something for Tinsel,” she tells me, rushing to her tree and pulling a miniature Santa hat from under it.

“She’s going to hate this,” I say, laughing and giving her a side hug.

“Just wait until I’m around before you put it on her. I need pictures and to see her reaction.”

“That’s a deal.” Neither of us rushes to clean the counters, but when I yawn, I know it’s time for me to go.

“You’re exhausted,” Claire says as she places the jar of cinnamon on her spice rack.

“I am. But it’s fine. Just have to work tomorrow, and then I have the next three weeks off.”

She gasps. “Really? I didn’t realize. Can we hang out?”

“I’d love that,” I admit.

When the kitchen is clean, I know there’s no more stalling. Claire won’t ask me to leave, but I don’t want to wear out my welcome. I’m just grateful I got to spend time with her.

She leads me to the door and follows me onto the porch. Before I step off, I pull her close and brush my lips across hers. She grabs my shirt with tight fists, pouring her emotions into me, but I’m just as guilty. The kiss deepens as she gently slides her tongue against mine. Electricity soars through us, and when we’re breathless, I pull away. When she meets my gaze, I smirk and point up at the mistletoe she hung. “Strategically placed.”

“I’m just glad you noticed. Don’t want any bad luck.”

I shoot her a wink. “Night, CeCe.”

“Good night. Thank you for the flowers and dinner. You’re welcome to stop by anytime.”

I blow her a kiss and walk to my truck with the biggest fucking smile on my face. My girl is back because of me, and this time, I don’t think I’ll ever let her go. I want to carry her to bed and worship her until morning. But she mentioned wanting to take it slow. Let’s see how long that lasts.

When I get in my truck, I unlock my phone and look at the text she sent me. It’s a picture of her sitting on my dad’s lap, and I hope she gets her Christmas wish.

CHAPTER 37

CLAIRE

It’s officially Christmas Eve, and I can’t remember the last time I felt this excited about the holiday season. This morning, there was a parade downtown with floats, golf carts, and the high school band. The grand finale was Santa on a sleigh throwing candy to the kids. I’d ordered a cup of coffee to-go from Jake’s cousin, then happily watched. When Jake’s dad gave me a wink and a wave, it made my entire day.

Afterward, I went to the café and sat at one of the booths by the window and happily ate a large stack of red-and-green pancakes for breakfast. I wanted to text Jake to join, but I’m also trying to give him his space. I think we’ll be okay and will work through the awkwardness. Once he kissed me last night, I knew we would.

When I make it back home, my phone dings.

I pick it up and see a text from Jake with a picture of him and his grandmother.

Jake

Mawmaw told me to invite you over! We’re baking cookies and pies.

Claire

Aww, really? I would love to.

Jake

Want me to pick you up?

Claire

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