Page 77 of Mistletoe Face Off
I'm in love with him.
I’m in love with Harrison Clarke.
The man I had a crush on all that time ago.
The man I started arguments with, entertaining the public and creating a bond between us.
The man who arranged the most perfect date at an art gallery because he knew I liked art.
The man who speaks to my heart like no man ever has.
My Harry.
The realization is nothing short of exhilarating. This man, with his fierce loyalty and gentle heart, has slowly lowered my defenses, wiping away my fears and dispelling memories of Phil and his lack of loyalty and commitment.
In this moment, his ocean green eyes on mine, I know he's my endgame, and I don't ever want to be apart from him again.
“Holly?” Keira asks and I drag my attention from Harry back to her to see a soft smile playing on her lips. “Oh, yeah. I know love when I see it.”
I cast my eyes down, embarrassed. “It's pretty new.”
“But when you know you know. Right?”
I smile back at her, my heart telling me it knows. “Right.”
Abby Sinclair joins our little group of two, dressed in a very glamorous gold dress that shows off her gorgeous figure to perfection. “Hello, ladies. If you're not talking about hockey, I would love to join you.”
“The guys are all talking hockey?” Keira asks.
Abby grins. “What do you think?”
“I think that would be a big ole yes,” Keira replies with a laugh.
“Nice article, Holly, even though I for one am sorry you two have buried the hatchet and will no longer be entertaining us with your arguments,” Abby says.
“I heard you argued over what the best Christmas movie is,” Keira says. “Is that true?”
“We differ on the important things in a relationship,” I reply with a smile as I think about all those staged arguments and how much fun they were. “I mean, we all knowDie Hardis not a Christmas movie.”
“You got that right, girl,” Abby agrees. “I figured you two were dating when you walked into the room on Harry's arm, but is that right? You two are in a relationship?”
I cannot stop the smile from claiming my face. “It's all very new. We haven't put a label on it yet.” I look over at Harry once more, and just as he did before, he looks back at me with those gorgeous soft eyes of his, and my heart skips a beat.
“I'm not sure you need to label it,” Abby replies. “I wonder what your celebrity couple name will be? Holly and Harry is a little tricky too pushed together. Hally? Horry?” She laughs, shaking her head. “Nope. Horrible.”
“What about you? Are you here as one of the guy’s dates, or as the team PR person?” Keira asks.
“Definitely as the team PR person,” Abby replies a little too forcefully. “There’s no way I would date one of those neanderthals.” She realizes what she’s said and quickly adds, “Not that Dan or Harrison are neanderthals, of course. But some of the guys sure are.” Her eyes flash to a couple of the team members standing nearby, Fletcher Steele and Hunter Adams, and I wonder whether she’s referring to one of them—or both.
The sound of someone clinking a glass gets our attention and I look over to see Harrison holding a glass and fork in his hands.
This is it. This is his moment.
“I hope no one minds if I say a few words,” he begins, and several people call out encouraging things. “As a lot of you will know, I've had a pretty interesting month.”
“Yeah, you have,” Casey calls out.
“About that,” Lorcan begins, but he's cut off by Chase.