Frosting Her Cake Pop by Alina Jacobs

Author:Alina Jacobs [Jacobs, Alina]
Language: eng
Format: epub

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Matt

“I had a number of better offers on that shop,” I fumed.

Eli threw an arm around my shoulders

“You can’t sweat the small stuff, Matt. We’re billionaires now!”

“Yes, and I didn’t get that way by giving away free rent at expensive real estate,” I argued.

Eli opened his mouth.

“And don’t say I told you so,” I snapped. “I know I never should have hired one of Hensley’s friends.”

“You need a drink,” my friend and business partner said, dragging me down Main Street.

I blew out a breath; it hung in a white cloud in front of my face.

I hated Christmas. In Manhattan, it would have been bearable. But here in idyllic Harrogate, where the townsfolk put the Whos in Whoville to shame? I wouldn’t survive it.

“Your strongest drink for my friend,” Eli said, rapping his knuckles on the wood counter of a stall that dripped with Christmas paraphernalia.

The stall looked like an elf murder scene. I was getting a headache, and all the pine boughs were making my eyes water.

Ida, one of the local senior citizens, was running the stall. She looked at me critically.

“We have another thirty days until Christmas, boyo. Buck your jingle balls up.”

She slid two red and gold tankards across the bar top.

I took one.

“This will help you find your holiday cheer,” Ida assured me.

I took a swig and grimaced. “What is that? It’s disgusting.”

“It’s elf juice,” Eli said, taking a long sip of his drink. “It’s all the leftover Christmas-flavored vodka that no one bought from last year and topped with frosting. That’s what gives it the foam.”

“I am not okay with any of this.”

“It’s going to be fifty dollars,” Ida said, holding out her card reader.

“This Christmas market is such a fucking rip-off,” I muttered when we were far, far away from the stall. Ida was a very well-concocted senior citizen, and I still needed approval from the city for the expansion of my vertical farm. I couldn’t afford to piss off any of the locals.

“Tourists love it, though,” Eli said. “Besides, it’s Christmas!” He toasted me with the disgusting drink.

Christmas in Harrogate was extreme. The Christmas market stretched down the entire length of Main Street plus several side streets. Traffic was a mess, even early in the morning.

At least it was snowing. I had been in Harrogate since that summer, and I hated the heat. The cold was more my style.

“You buy your raffle ticket?” Eli asked me as we walked down Main Street, dodging tourists who wandered around in a zigzag pattern or walked five abreast so no one could use the sidewalk. It really put the Christmas market over the edge. Not to mention all the people that would randomly stop suddenly in the middle of Main Street to take selfies.

I strangled a curse as I almost tripped over a small dog in a white sweater that blended in with the falling snow while his owner posed for a picture.

“You’re ruining my shot!” the woman yelled at me, waving her phone around.

“Get out of the street,” I retorted.

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