Page 45 of His Christmas Wife

“You have all those ingredients,” Jolly chimed in.“Along with vanilla.”

“No one asked you,” Frost responded.

Jolly let out a loudharrumph.“I beg to differ. The person who is presumably going to be your wife did. And if logic follows, her name is Kaylee Robbins.”

Frost’s mouth opened, and then he snapped it shut again.

Nonplussed, Kaylee blinked. “That’s some impressive technology.”

“Intrusive as fuck, you mean. I need to have a little chat with Bonds, who is likely enjoying himself far, far too much.”

As if the humans weren’t having their own conversation, Jolly continued.“Everything you need, including a package of mini marshmallows and a bottle of Madagascar vanilla, is on the third shelf from the top on the right side.”

The answer was so comprehensive that she needed a moment to respond. “Thank you.” Was she supposed to thank a computer? “That’s super impressive. How do I get a Jolly?”

“See, someone appreciates me.”

Frost shook his head. “You can have this one.”

“I’d rather be with somebody who appreciates me anyway.”

“I feel outnumbered.” Frost shook his head. “Since I’m going to be figuring out how to make cocoa—”

“You’ll need a saucepan, which you’ll find beneath—”

“Give it a rest.”

“And a whisk.”

“Jolly, standby mode.”

“Oh, I was enjoying her,” Kaylee protested.

“See?”

“Standby mode, Jolly.Now.”

His tone now held the impatience Kaylee was accustomed to hearing, and she turned her head to hide her mirth.

She crossed to the pantry and found the ingredients exactly where the chief of staff said they were located, and she grabbed the bag of marshmallows, along with a big bottle of premium chocolate syrup.

When she lined everything up on the counter, she looked at Frost. “Do you mind if I make it?” His kitchen was a dream, and she wanted to use a high-end cooktop for the first time in her life.

“You’ll do a better job than I would.” He walked toward the long, gleaming wood bar. “We have some syrups.”

She glanced over. Just like at her favorite coffee shop, there were large bottles, with pump dispensers inside.

“Peppermint, raspberry, orange, butterscotch, almond, maple.”

“Has to be peppermint for the holidays.”

“Agree.” He nodded as he took a bottle from a shelf.

Kaylee found the pan in a cabinet next to the range, and a small whisk was among dozens of gadgets in a nearby drawer.

In minutes, the heavenly smelling sweet mixture was nearing a boil.

With the syrup on the marble island, he folded his arms and watched her, making her self-conscious.

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