“Do you want some fun demonstrations?” His eyes were suddenly devilish.
“Um, okay.” He motioned to where Hazel was standing near the wood cutting display and out of nowhere a snowball smacked her right in the chest, sliding into her cleavage.
She immediately shrieked demanding to know who threw the snowball. Grier giggled at Hazel’s response when another ball of snow smacked the woman in the back of the head, dripping down the collar of her coat.
“That should teach her to traipse around town dressed like, what did you call her? A Christmas hooker?”
Grier giggled and buried her face in his shoulder.
People turned to look at her and frowned at her hysterics.
“There is a kid somewhere throwing snowballs at me!” Hazel screamed.
“Nah, it’s a grown ass man,” Nick muttered under his brea
