Page 25 of Her Mistletoe Promise: A Christmas Novella

When he bit into it, he winced and politely spat out the dried bean. He held it up. “What’s this?”

Jenny sidled up to him, full of mirth at her game. “It means you’re the King of the Revels. And I’m your beloved queen who must obey you.”

He draped an arm around her waist. “For how long?”

“Just today, but I suppose we could make it longer.”

“How long?” he whispered into her ear.

“Forever,” she promised with a deep sense of contentment.

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