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Mistletoe hung from a string. Directly over her.

“Kiss her, Brennan!” someone in the crowd called.

Mary Paige shook her head and waved off the comment.

“Yeah, kiss her!” More voices, more laughter.

In a panic she glanced over to where Brennan stood. He laughed and waved off the remarks.

“Kiss her!” More people. Clapping started. All were merry. All were bright. All were insane.

She raised her hands to her cheeks. They were afire with embarrassment. For heaven’s sake, couldn’t they see she was not the type of girl who got kissed by the Brennan Henrys of the world? She wasn’t elegant, beautiful or—

“Oh,” she said as Brennan loomed above her.

Her gaze found his and there was amusement in the gray depths…and maybe something more. Satisfaction?

Maybe. But she didn’t have time to think any more about it.

Because at that moment Brennan kissed her.