CHAPTER 9: Ellie
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Why had Adrian hit the doll’s neck? Ellie’s eyes narrowed at his slight grin. The man had to be up to something. All men were. All the time.
“Ellie, come over by me.” Desiree stood between Mistletoe Mary and the last prop which was still covered by a sheet.
“Why?” She didn’t move.
“For the game.” Desiree smiled at her like she was a simpleton.
“Go on.” Adrian nudged her with his elbow. “I promise not to bite, unless you want me to.”
A sizzle of heat rushed to her face and other places, making her hurry across the stage before Adrian noticed. She didn’t need him getting the wrong impression, which was actually the right one, but she’d go to her grave before letting him know that.
“Poor Mistletoe Mary,” said Desiree. “She gets hit with berries and stained w
