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“Are you trying to tell me that mistletoe isn’t a tradition on this sand bar you call an island?”
Steve’s seething. Danny might lose a hand, but it’s worth it to lay his palm against Steve’s chest. Feel him tense, relax.
(Minutely.)
“It’s a bad tradition everywhere.” A correction, ground out. But he’s talking, so Danny will count it as a win.
“I see your point, but, you know, I seem to have forgotten to invite anyone else over.”
There it is, the glimmer of a “got it” smile. Making Danny’s widen. “Guess I can only use it on you.”