As he opens the door we find his cousin, A.J. holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels. “Ready to get f****d up, cuz?”
I roll my eyes as Rod says, “f**k, yeah!”
I step back with Rod to let the man near Rod’s age in and say, “Now that’s the Christmas spirit.” My words come out heavily laced with sarcasm.
A.J. follows us to the kitchen and, as we travel through the living room, he stops under the mistletoe. “Jenna, look where I am.”
Rod and I turn back and Rod shakes his head. “Not happening, dude.” Then he pulls me along with him and leans in to whisper “Not with anyone but me. Got me, baby?”
“Yes,” I answer and see Reed glance up when he comes our way.
“You were helping frost cookies one minute, then gone the next, Jenna,” he says. “I suppose Rod happened to you.” He gives his brother a l
