Engaged Off Bourbon Street (Jade Calhoun Short Story, Book 3.5) - Plot & Excerpts
I yelled, clutching the flimsy limbs of the noble fir. I grimaced, unable to believe those words had actually flown out of my mouth. Not the cheesecake. But when a girl is suspended twenty feet in the air, on top of a wobbly ladder, she tends to get a little snappish. Kane strode in from the kitchen, a pink ruffled apron strapped over his white button-down shirt and steel-gray dress pants. He waved a pink oven mitt that matched the apron. “What’s wrong?” I choked out a bubble of laughter, making the ladder shift again. “Shit!” Adrenaline shot through my veins as I clung to our enormous Christmas tree, praying I didn’t end up splattered on the gleaming hardwood floor. Kane ran toward me. With a flick of his wrist, the pink mitt flew over his shoulder. “Jesus, Jade.” He grabbed hold of the metal A-frame. “Get down from there before you break your neck.” I shot him my best death glare. I was only up there because he’d ignored my last three requests to finish decorating the top three feet of the tree.
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