Holiday Hostilities (Cyclones Christmas, #2)

by Katie Bailey

I meet her eyes. “I remember everything about you, Olivia. Every last detail.”

“Olivia.” He turns around and his eyes meet mine. “I don’t give a damn about my car right now. What I do give a damn about is getting you home safe. Will you please allow me to do that?”

But that’s not exactly true. I like Olivia, always have. I just really like getting a rise out of her.

But all of this beauty pales next to the sight of Olivia in that dress. She’s a vision. A straight-up masterpiece of crimson satin and copper curls and scarlet smiling lips. Red is my favorite color right now, and I have a feeling it’ll stay that way.

“What are you boys talking about?” Sofia appears beside me, Olivia trailing a step behind. “How Aaron’s face currently looks like a beetroot,” Dallas says cheerfully. Red is no longer my favorite color, I decide. But then, my gaze flits back to Liv and I have to retract my retraction.