Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(79)
Millie swoons a bit as she adds, “It’s so cute,” before she looks at Nate, and he winks at her.
Crew and I look at each other, half laughing and fully terrified.
“They mean TJ.”
He nods, cradling my face.
“Wild Card, we got two choices: we can jump in that Cadillac that says ‘just married’ and peel outta here, letting those cans fly in the wind.”
“Or?” I interject, starting to laugh harder.
“Or we can just accept that we’re never getting rid of our wild and nutty family. And today wouldn’t be nearly as fun without them.”
I turn, taking his hand as we both face front, side by side, as Millie and Nate each take one of the double doors.
The same ones we burst through all those months ago, getting married on a drunk challenge, not knowing it would change our lives forever.
“We’re ready. Open the doors.”
Crew kisses my cheek, whispering, “How bad could it be?”
But as they swing open, a four-count beat drops before “YMCA” starts to blare, and our very own Elvis, clad in the white jumpsuit, also known as TJ, throws his hands in the air and yells, “Touchdown. Niners.”
If this is the beginning of the rest of our lives, I’d say we’re knocking it out of the fucking park.
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tangled in tinsel
Sneak Peek
Christmas music plays in my ears as I scan the twenty-foot Douglas fir. It’s moments like this that make being an interior designer worth it. I’ve been left alone, given an unlimited party budget to deck the halls, so to speak, in this cozy yet extravagant cabin.
I smile to myself as I take in the snow gently falling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows set aside the fireplace crackling below the hearth I just decorated with holly.
If the guests don’t ooh and ahh when they walk into this great room, I will personally pelt them with snowballs. The view alone is a scene from one of those Hallmark movies where the heroine works at a flower shop nobody ever seems to visit. But she still lives in a house outside the normal budget for anyone not coasting past six figures. God, I love those.
But even if my client doesn’t love this—he will—life could be worse. Trust me, last year, I was listening to how plaid is the new gingham by a woman who lets her poodles kiss her on the mouth for way too long. They were, like, really in there, sorting around her molars. I shiver, remembering how gross it was.
This year, however, has set a new bar. It was out with the Karens, and in with the four best clients a girl could ask for.
I tilt my head, trying to scope out the perfect spot for the star in my hand as ringing interrupts the music in my ear.
“Hey, what’s up?” I answer, tapping one of my AirPods, already knowing who it is. “I’m knee-deep in tinsel and red balls.”
My sister snorts from the other end.
“It’s better than blue ones.”
I push to my tiptoes on the ladder, placing the star in the perfect spot.
“You’re dumb. But what’s up? Make it quick. I’m pretty sure Mr. Price and his associates will be back soon.”
She whistles. “Wait, you’re working for that hot-ass CEO again—you left that out this morning when you tore out of here.”
“One, I was going to be late because the roads were already slushy. Two, I told you I was doing some fun festivities decorating for a who’s-who private party. That’s all the info you need.”
She’s not even listening to me because she keeps going.
“—And let’s not forget his band of equally fuckable friends. Are those the ‘associates’ because I’d like them to associate their tongue with my—”
“Oh my god,” I rush out, interrupting her. “I’m hanging up on you. You’re so disgusting. I’m working. What do you want?”
I can picture her evil grin.
“Come on. Fess up…you’ve never, ever thought about it?”
I look over my shoulder before I answer her.
“I’m perfectly capable of entertaining my fantasies with the help of my vibrator. There. Happy?”
“You’re so boring.”
“Hanging up,” I counter, sing-songy.
“Shut up. I’m calling because have you checked the news?”
I’m shaking my head as I climb down the ladder.
“No, I haven’t. What about I’m working is so confusing?”
The sound of her television gets louder until I hear every word.
If you wished for a white Christmas, it looks like Jack Frost has finally arrived.
We’re expecting a record number of inches here in many parts of the East Bay. And in Stanislaus County and its surrounding areas, we’re anticipating feet, not inches, of snow. It’s all happening pretty quickly, folks. Make sure you bundle up because, as you can see, the temperatures are dropping by the minute. It’s time to bring in that firewood and make that last trip to the store because you’ll need those marshmallows for roasting over the next week. You can see Highway 80 here, and it’s already a mess—