The singing was with more gusto than tone on Holly's part, and there was a lot of and mutters between each verse as Mrs. McKillop, the organist, and the minister's wife, got her keyboard to work in the cold. It was tradition that once the annual Christmas Eve church service finished, the congregation went outside to sing—something Holly usually enjoyed. Not tonight, though. Tonight, she was unnerved and jittery, and it was all Mac Hall's fault. Noel sniggered. "I know what I'd like to do to him, and hitting him...well, not violently, isn't it. Hitting on him, hmm, now that's a different matter. Sadly, he doesn't swing my way." He rolled his eyes. Noel was happy in his own skin. As he said, being gay wasn't just a state of mind, it was a state of being. And for all his joking, Noel knew that even if Mac had been gay, he wouldn't fancy him. They'd grown up together and would always be more like brothers than lovers. Sharing a bath, your first skinny dipping, and secrets of the heart did that to you.
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