It was only a mistletoe kiss.
A mistletoe kiss means nothing.
Until my ex-fiance shows up, and suddenly I'm fake dating my little sister's best friend.
It wasn't even my idea.
This rodeo cowboy was minding his own damn business being Grumpy Claus.
I hate Christmas.
I didn't want to spend Christmas week at The Fox Lodge.
But my sister insisted.
She also insisted on the innocent mistletoe kiss.
Now I'm shacking up in a private suite with my sister's best friend.
Only, there's not supposed to be any shacking.
No knocking boots behind closed doors.
We're fake-dating, not hooking up.
But one kiss isn't enough.
A touch takes us too far.
And now we're having a Christmas fling that I never want to end.
I'm a champion bull-rider who takes what he wants.
And I want my sister's best friend.
