The Merriest Magnolia (Magnolia Sisters #2) - Michelle Major Page 0,21

past.

“Manufacturing Christmas,” a deep voice called from the shadowy alley between two buildings. “You really are a chip off the old block.”

“Do you have some sinister plan to give me a heart attack?” she demanded as Dylan appeared from the darkness. “Or have you just taken up stalking in your spare time?”

“Stalking for sure,” he agreed easily, falling into step beside her.

She gave him her nastiest side-eye. “What are you doing?”

“Walking you home. It’s late.”

“Unnecessary,” she muttered, even as a thrill passed through her. She’d gotten used to taking care of herself so the idea of Dylan waiting for her in the darkness sent a shiver of pleasure running along her spine. Of course, Avery had just offered her a ride, but this felt different.

Things always had with Dylan, and that was dangerous.

“I want to make fake snow, but the holiday spirit is genuine.” She crossed her arms over her chest when their hands accidentally brushed. “Magnolia is going to become a premier winter destination. We managed it in the fall and if the town has a strong holiday season, we can keep the momentum going into spring and summer...” She blew out a breath, excitement skittering across her skin. “I’m going to turn things around.”

“I’m going to turn things around,” he corrected, and she couldn’t tell if he was teasing or goading her into lashing out at him. “In the meeting it sounded like you’d done your share of online stalking. You know how I run my business.”

“Like you have no soul. You plow forward with no consideration for the history or essence of the community.”

“That’s not true,” he protested. “We make things better.”

“Let’s agree to disagree that different isn’t always better,” she said, and they fell into a silence that should have been awkward but felt almost companionable.

“You’re taking this whole holiday festival thing really seriously,” he told her as they reached the corner of the block where she would turn off for her house.

Carrie couldn’t help grinning at him. “Yeah, I am. It’s going to be the best ever.”

Dylan smiled. “Who are you and what have you done with the shy girl I used to know?”

“A lot has changed since you left.”

He leaned closer, just an inch, but her body went on high alert. “Including you.”

If only she’d outgrown her reaction to this man. She didn’t want this, the tightening in her belly and the way her breath caught as his gaze fell to her lips. Especially not if they were going to work together. The last thing she needed was to let down her guard with Dylan.

It would be like inviting the big, bad wolf to tea.

“I have a boyfriend,” she blurted.

Dylan blinked. “Oh.”

“It’s kind of new,” she continued, ignoring the fact that in this case new was another word for nonexistent. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this...”

One thick brow rose. “Because you were looking at me like you wanted me to kiss you.”

She sniffed and took a step back. “I was not. Maybe you’re confused because you were staring at my mouth like you were going to maul it.”

“Maul?” He rolled his eyes. “Your memory must be going bad because I don’t maul women. I have it on good authority that I’m a damn fine kisser.”

Her limbs went heavy as she thought about the blissful hours she’d spent kissing Dylan. Damn fine didn’t begin to cover his skill in that area. But she had no intention of admitting that to him.

“Average,” she said with a shrug.

His mouth dropped open. “In your dreams.”

“I have vivid dreams. You couldn’t possibly compete.” His pupils darkened and she wondered what the heck she was thinking goading him on in this way. It was like waving a red flag in front of an irritated bull.

Suddenly, he stepped in front of her, turning to face her so quickly that she almost ran into him. “I’d bet my last dollar that I can outperform your wildest dreams. And we’d both enjoy every moment of it.”

He stepped even closer and she resisted the urge to back up. Stand her ground. That was the only choice with Dylan. “We’ll never know because you chose a check over me.”

The words spilled from her mouth before she could stop them, but she regretted it almost immediately. She didn’t want Dylan to think she still cared about how he’d broken her heart. No way. Not ever.

His gaze hardened and he moved away from her. “We never would have lasted anyway,” he said and as