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“Hi,” he said lamely, immediately wanting to kick himself. Hi? Was that the best he could do? Get it together, Luke. He cleared his throat. “Hope you haven’t been waiting long.” That was better. But had his voice raised an octave? He heard Frida snicker. “Well, I’ll scurry on home and let you get to your other client.” She wiggled her eyebrows and exchanged a grin with Dolores. Luke tugged on his collar, suddenly feeling too warm in his thick sweater. Oh, no… the sweater. Until that moment, he’d forgotten he’d worn the sweater Dolores made him. The one with Frosty”
― Rachael Bloome, The Clause in Christmas