Blame It On The Mistletoe

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"Tell him while you're naked. He'd agree to anything then."

"Mom!” Macy gripped the phone tighter to her ear. She knew no one could hear her mother on the other end, but felt paranoid nonetheless. She glanced out across the reception area and turned in her chair before lowering her voice. “I'm not telling him while I'm naked."

"Don't act so scandalized,” her mother said. “I'm just trying to be helpful, you know."

"I know that,” Macy said. “And regardless of how I tell him the situation is still the same. He's still busy. I'm not sure he can make it this year."

"How busy can he be? He's a veterinarian for cripes sake."

"I know but this practice is his whole life. He can't just drop it."

"You've said that for the last two years, Macy. I want that young man here for Christmas. No excuses."

Macy Carter grimaced at her mother's tone of voice. She glanced across the room at Sean, watching him smile at Mr. Peterson and sighed heavily. Her mother was still talking, her voice a constant echo in her head while she tried to think of a way to dissuade her from forcing this issue. They'd been over it every holiday for the past two years. Every time she went back home, the first question anyone asked was, “Where's Sean? Why is he always too busy for you?"

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