“There was a mistletoe kiss on that card. No way.” The grin on his face immediately set my heart pounding. “I promise I’ll make it good.” My cheeks flushed annoyingly while I tamped down some runaway butterflies. “We’ve already kissed,” I said, attempting to gain back an ounce of control. “We can just count that one.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “My grandma could have kissed me better than that. And besides, there wasn’t any mistletoe.”
