Page 31 of Falling for the Grinchy Bad Boy

By the time we’d worked through the schedule, some of my nerves had settled. He might be grumpy, but he knew his stuff. And he wasn’t arguing with me, which frankly seemed like a miracle.

I leaned back in my chair. “Well. That wasn’t so bad.”

“Not terrible,” he admitted.

“See? We can work together without it being awkward.”

His dark eyes met mine, and for one electric second, I wasn’t sure that was true. My cheeks warmed. I quickly snapped the binder shut. Why was I wondering what it would be like to kiss him?

“Are we done here or will we be decking city hall?”

It really was too bad he was such an asshole.

I lingered at the table after he left, my heart thumping like I’d just run laps around the high school gym.

Cooper Frost was back in my orbit. For better or worse. And if we were both going to survive Yuletide Fest, I would have to keep things strictly professional. No kissing. No killing.

That meant ignoring the way my pulse skipped every time he looked at me.

Easy. Totally easy.