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reading. Then we can quiz each other.”
    “Why does this feel like school?”
    “Hey, I already lost my Fall break, remember?”
    “Was it worth it?” he asked, meeting my gaze.
    “Oh yeah,” I said as my heart thumped faster.
    My gaze dropped to his lips.
    One or both of us moved, and our lips were millimeters apart. If I were breathing, we’d be sharing air.
    “Amanda,” he whispered and his lips crashed into mine.
    Finally! After keeping our distance all day, I was finally getting to kiss him.
    My hand moved up to his touch his hair.
    “Seriously?” My aunt’s exasperation brought me back to reality.
    Oh no. I slid away from Will.
    She stepped into the room and stood, hands on her hips, looking down at us.
    As I took in her stern expression, I wished I had told my parents where I was going. Just in case I didn't make it back.
    “You guys can’t do that.”  She huffed. Actually huffed. “We are counting on you to pull this off. If you blow your covers, you compromise the rest of us.”
    “We’re sorry,” Will said. “It won’t happen again.”
    Noooo! He did not just say that. “He doesn’t mean that. He just means we’ll be careful. We are so going to do that again. But we won’t blow our cover.”
    Please, please, let it happen again.
    “You should be downstairs with us anyway.”
    “On our way,” I said with a sigh. “We want to see the rest of the upstairs first.”
    “There's just my room and a full bath.”
    “Your room? What about Nic?” Will's question prompted a scowl from Christie.
    “He doesn't have a room. The room up here is mine. The bedroom downstairs is Grandma's.”
    “I guess he's stuck sleeping on the couch,” I said with a shrug. “I don't think they're fully committed to their covers.”
    Christie pretended not to hear me as she left the room.
    He grinned. “Like fully committed to their roles in a play? Yeah. I think they'd better be fully committed because we have a job to do.”
    He held out his hand and pulled me up to a standing position. “Did you notice the Christmas tree downstairs?”
    “Yeah,” I noticed it. I just didn't think about it. “That's weird, right? To move into a place right after Christmas and put up a tree?”
    “I guess Grandma wanted one here.”
    When we got downstairs, we realized that the Christmas tree wasn't the only decorating that Grandma had done. She'd hung some decorations from the ceiling over the kitchen island. Gold and silver ornaments floated above the counter on long strands of nearly invisible wire. “Did you do that, Grandma?”
    She nodded. “I got bored. I had the place ready to go yesterday. Today I've been putting on some finishing touches.”
    “It looks great,” I said.
    Nic walked over to the kitchen area, holding scissors in one hand and something green in the other. “Well you can forget the mistletoe, Grandma. I cut it down.”
    “Nic!” Grandma huffed her displeasure. “I worked hard to find mistletoe here in the city.”
    He nodded at us. “These two don't need any more temptation.”
    “Hey,” I said. “That's not very nice.”
    “Are you worried about the kids, Nic? Or are you worried about yourself?”  Grandma looked from Nic to Christie. “It's a harmless tradition.”
    “These two don't need mistletoe to swap saliva,” Christie said.
    Eww. Did she have to make it sound so crude?
    Nic opened the cabinet under the sink and tossed in the two bunches of mistletoe. “Regardless, these are out of here.”
    “Touch my ornaments and you die,” Grandma said, reaching for the scissors.
    Nic turned them around and handed them to her, handle first.
    “Big bad Nic is afraid of a little old mistletoe.”  I giggled. “Who would have thought?”
    “Either that or he's afraid of kissing,” Will added.
    I was about to break out in the old k-i-ss-i-n-g song when Nic growled, “Don't you two need to get your covers down?”
    Since we did need to know them, it was hard to argue.
      
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