BOOK SIX: MISTLETOE MAGIC
Prologue
After his long, drawn out spiel, Brent sat back in his chair and vividly huffed. The topic he'd just addressed with the other people in the room was dramatic, and he was nothing if not a drama llama. Proudly. Life was too boring not to add flair, especially in a town the size of Redwood Ridge. Right? Right.
Besides, he'd been concocting this idea-a fabulous one, if he did say so himself-for going on over a year. Or a few months. Whatevs. But, darn it all, it was finally time to make a plan. And he needed every single one of the peeps present to succeed.
While the faces stared back at him, some in shock, a few with amusement, a handful with curiosity, and most with avid fear, he buffed his fingernails on the amaze-balls new cobalt angora sweater he'd
