Holly Jolly Cowboy by Jessica Clare

Author:Jessica Clare [Clare, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2021-10-26T00:00:00+00:00

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Holly woke up the next morning with a dry mouth and a throbbing headache. She rolled onto her back, squinting up at the sunlight streaming through the blinds. At her side, Pumpkin whined and licked her face, her tiny tail thumping. The little dog had to use the bathroom, but Holly was having difficulty getting out of bed.

Her head felt heavy, and her tongue tasted like ass. She smacked her lips, grimacing, and felt at the thing poking into the side of her head against the pillow. It was her hair bow, and she realized she was still in her party dress from last night, now impossibly wrinkled. She sat up slowly, just in case she was hungover, but it really wasn’t too bad. She had vague memories of Adam holding her up as they walked into the kitchen, then sitting her on the counter and feeding her pieces of bread and a glass of water.

She remembered dancing with Adam, and how he’d smelled like spicy aftershave and she’d loved it. She remembered being silly and Adam following her around, a faint smile on his face as he got refill after refill for her. Just like he’d promised, he’d taken good care of her last night, hovering at her side and making sure no one bothered her, and she’d had a wonderful time.

She’d also drunkenly called Polly on FaceTime and tried to get Adam to kiss her again on-screen so she could “show her sister.” With a groan, Holly buried her face in her hands. Okay, so she’d embarrassed herself a little. He’d made it quite clear that he wasn’t interested but she’d been so drunk and wildly attracted to him that she’d gone and kissed him several times last night. She’d found mistletoe and dragged him under it. They’d sat together when the gift exchange happened and Holly had migrated into his lap, sitting on his knee and pressing kisses to his temple.

Clearly, she was a handsy sort of drunk.

To give Adam credit, he’d shut her down nicely each time. He hadn’t taken advantage of her drunkenness. Instead, he’d done just as he’d promised—he’d kept her safe so she could enjoy herself.

Oh, she’d enjoyed herself all right. She wrinkled her nose as she got out of bed, thinking about all the times she’d hovered over someone as they ate one of her cookies, and how she’d demanded to know if they’d liked it or not. God, she’d been annoying.

She owed Adam an apology, for starters . . . and then probably the rest of the town, too, for acting like a fool.

“Come on, Pumpkin,” Holly said, putting on her slippers. She paused by the bathroom and swished her mouth out with mouthwash, just because she couldn’t stand the taste of it any longer. “Let’s get you walked.”

When she headed down the stairs, though, she heard a noise in the kitchen. It sounded like dishes clanking, and curious, Holly tiptoed in. Adam was at the stove, holding a frying pan.

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