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Mistletoe.” Zac nodded toward the ceiling above the stove, then turned to the fridge. Kate and Riley looked up, then Riley’s lips kicked up a crooked grin as their eyes mingled. “What’s a guy to do?” Beau braced himself as Riley leaned down and planted his lips on Kate’s cheek. The kiss seemed to linger forever. Every hair on the back of Beau’s neck rose. His breath grew shallow. Kate smiled up at Riley as he drew away. Riley winked at her as he grabbed the platter. “I just love Christmas.” Zac dropped a few bottled waters in Beau’s hands, snagging his attention from Kate’s maddening smile. “Aunt Trudy strikes again,” Zac said as he exited the kitchen.
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