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“Isha, where the heck are you taking me?” Jinx grumbled.
Being led around, blindfolded, by her teenage daughter was not her idea of holiday cheer. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Isha—okay, maybe she didn’t trust Isha. All her doubts were proven true when she slammed into something hard.
“Ow!” a familiar voice yelled.
Jinx tugged off her blindfold to see Ekko being relieved of his by Isha. His look of frustrated indignation changed when he saw her.
“What’s this supposed to be?”
Jinx just grinned.
“Look up,” she said, pointing.
“Oh,” Ekko said.
And that was all he got out, because Jinx had grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him.
“Merry Christmas, little man.”