Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“It didn’t go with my outfit.” She uses both her hands to move up and down in front of her. “As long as my feet are warm, that’s all I care about.”
The sound of a whistle has us turning to look at the front. “Okay, if we can have everyone’s attention.” Joshua holds up his hand. “Thank you all for coming with us.”
“Did we have a choice?” Elizabeth mumbles from beside me. “At this point I feel like I’m being held hostage.”
I roll my lips and look down at my boots to stop from laughing. “We are going to head in and meet with Sabrina, who will explain everything to us.”
He turns and starts to walk toward the log cabin. “Explain things?” Elizabeth says to me as we walk behind everyone. “I thought we were coming, picking the tree, and then leaving.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be that easy,” I reply to her and she grips my arm.
“I will give you one thousand dollars to push me down”—she looks around—“and then I’ll fake something.”
“I’m not pushing you down,” I tell her.
“Okay, fine, I’ll push you down,” she reconsiders. “I mean, you might be bigger than me, but I think I can take you.”
I chuckle at her and then start to walk forward. “You really are no fun,” she huffs out as she walks past me toward the log cabin.
“Someone is not in the Christmas spirit,” I retort and she stops walking to turn and probably kick me in the balls, which will make me fall to the side.
“Oh look,” one of the bridesmaids says, “they are under the mistletoe.” We both look up and see it hanging on a clear fishing wire. “You guys have to kiss.”
I look back at Elizabeth, who snaps at me, “Absolutely not.” She actually pushes me away. “I’d rather have seven years of bad luck.”
“I don’t think it’s an exact time frame.” I walk past her. “Also, if a woman refuses to kiss under the mistletoe, it’s believed she won’t receive marriage proposals the following year.”
“Who said that?” She folds her armd over her chest.
“It was said in Victorian times.”
“How do you know that?” she asks me and I shrug.
“One of my techs mentioned it the other week.”
“So someone else didn’t want to kiss you.” I hate that I can’t see her eyes as she closes the distance between us. “Figures.”
“She’s one of my staff members,” I tell her. “Even if she wanted a kiss, that would be a no.”
“You can spin it whatever way you want to spin it. I’m going to go with she didn’t want to kiss you.”
I lean down now and go close to her ear. “If memory serves me right”—I can smell her soft perfume mixed with her berry shampoo—“you kissed me first.” Her back goes straight as I step back away from her. To be honest, both of us lunged at the same time, but I’m not going to tell her that part if she doesn’t remember.
She just stands there with her mouth hanging open. “If memory serves me, you kissed me back.”
I smile at her brightly. “Damn fucking right I did.” I smirk. “But it doesn’t change the fact you kissed me first.” I tap my finger on her nose.
She storms past me, and I can’t help but chuckle to myself. “I guess it’s one nothing for me.”
She doesn’t even hold the door for me and I catch it right before it’s going to smash into my face. “Oops.” She snickers. “My bad. My hand slipped.”
“I’m sure it did,” I state, standing in the back of the room, with everyone piled into the warm room.
There are Christmas trees decorated all around the room, next to each tree are racks and racks of ornaments. Each tree its own bright color. “If I can have everyone’s attention.” The woman holds up a stick. “We’d like to welcome you to Magical Winter Wonderland tree farm.” She smiles. “It’s our honor to have you here with us.”
I look around and see a sitting area all the way in the back with a small counter and I read the menu, seeing they have a couple of baked goods and hot chocolate or hot apple cider. “We will take you all out to the field”—I turn back to her—“and you will get to choose the tree for your home.” I hear conversations happening around the room. “You can either cut down your own tree, which we do recommend if you have done it before, or we can assist you.”
The chatter starts once again and now Macy steps up. “If you see a tree and you already picked one out for home, let us know and we’ll have it taken over to the reception area so we can take pictures with it.”
We all start walking out of the cabin and head over to the side. “I’m cutting down the tree,” Elizabeth declares from beside me.