Vivienne POV
“You are such a sore loser!” Vivienne laughed, dodging Grayson as she clutched the last piece of pumpkin pie in her hands like a priceless treasure.
“I’m a competitive genius,” Grayson corrected, stalking her around the kitchen island. “You cheated during charades, Foxy.”
To celebrate the B&B’s successful Thanksgiving feast, they’d hosted a surprise game-filled breakfast for the staff. Laughter and playful rivalry had filled the air, with Grayson and Vivienne teaming up—until the “Angry Turkey Incident.” “Oh please, I was acting. It’s not my fault you couldn’t guess ‘angry turkey’ while I was flapping my arms.”
Grayson smirked, closing the distance in two long strides. “You looked more like a deranged seagull.”
Vivienne gasped in mock outrage. “Take that back!”
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