“Thanking you? Do you have any idea how much of a mess you just created? You literally just told my ex that we’re dating, and now the entire damn town is going to find out about it before you even walk back out of that door. Hello, Mistletoe Falls? Population four thousand? God, not to mention, now I’m somehow catering his freaking engagement party?” A groan spills out of me. “Could this get any worse?”
