Chapter 3
The stock book wasn’t the most interesting thing to peruse, but Bobby kept his gaze focused, ignoring Sam. He didn’t need to view Sam’s furious glare or even smell the anger emanating from him; had known what his reaction would be the moment he left the crutch by the side of the bed. He also knew Sam would ignore it and make his way downstairs unaided.
The seconds ticked by until Sam snapped. “Was it supposed to be some kind of joke?”
“No, and you know it.” Bobby frowned at the invoice in his hand. “Plastic mistletoe? Seriously? We can’t have the real thing?”
“Health and Safety doesn’t approve of real mistletoe where drinks and food are served. The poisonous factor.”
Health and Safety likely didn’t approve of kissing either, in which case they definitely wouldn’t endorse the
