All Madison wants for Christmas is the same person who once wanted her. Free from the shackles of her broken heart, she's finally ready to give love another shot. But is Madi too late to win back the man of her dreams?
SEQUEL to The Heartbreak Hypot...
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Sometimes, being friends with your crush is like being in hell.
Like on Halloween. Madi initially declared that she was skipping the affair completely, with her never-ending pile of lab reports to blame. But neither Dex nor Noah took that lying down. She eventually gave in to their incessant pleas, but then faced the problem of coming up with a costume at the last minute.
She went with Catwoman. At least, I think she was Catwoman. It was hard to focus on anything besides that catsuit hugging her body like glimmering black paint.
Needless to say, spending Halloween with a leather-clad Madi was a genuinely painful experience. But that October night didn't even come close to the pain I was made to endure this December morning.
Unsurprisingly, some poor sucker at the tree farm—Hop or Jump or something equally as stupid—had fallen head-over-heels for her within two seconds of them meeting. Surprisingly, he'd agreed to give us and our small, wilting tree a ride up to the resort. 'It's on my way,' he'd told us.
Bull.
Rather, I knew first-hand how hard it was to turn Madison Watson down. Especially with the way she kept batting her lashes at him throughout the first hour of our trip.
I scowled to myself in the back of Hop's truck. Since when did Madi bat her lashes? And, while we're on the subject, since when was the space between her collarbone and her torso so damn pronounced? In my bloody jacket, might I add.
I'm just saying. I think I would have noticed.
"What did you get our dads?" Noah asked.
Dex grabbed a paper bag from his backpack and handed it to him. "What did you get our mothers?"
Noah swapped the bag of alcohol for one filled with colorful bottles of moisturizers and serums, then waved an identical one at me. I leaned forward to retrieve it from him, but that only brought Madi and her new little friend back into view.
Leap drove a Chevy, and while Dex, Noah, and I were relegated to the cargo bed with his dog and his deliveries, Madi had somehow snagged premium seating up the front.
No—not somehow. Actually, it was beyond obvious that Jump was into her, and that he was using our half-day ride to the mountain top to try and win her affections.
If her giggling and occasional hand placement on his arm were any indication, it was working.
It was also a form of torture that I was considering recommending to the CIA.
"Did you really pick this out?" Noah asked Dex, motioning to the bottle of scotch that I'd bought for his dad.
The three of us were using the limited space available in Schmitt's trailer as a makeshift gift-wrapping station. At least, I was wrapping. Noah was mostly decorating, and Dex got off lightly writing the cards for our parents.
