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I’d thought he was joking.
Yes, I matched the mistletoe, right down to the red scarf around my neck, and, true, there wasn’t anyone else gutsy enough to do it. I mean, it’s a Company Function, and, technically, we both work for The Company. It still caught me by surprise when Lindsey grabbed me by the cravat and yanked down. Our mouths crashed; breaking open like ripe fruit to slip and smear together. No sweet, lingering embrace from the cowboy. There were just some nearly cold embers stoked with reckless fear, and Angel’s eyes like knives from across the room.