Page 58 of Tinsel Time Treasure

How had I ever lived without this man in my life? He was fun, determined, kind, and smart—plus he was handsome.

Justin was the kind of omega I’d always wanted.

“What?” he asked. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s ok.” He then turned back to the box of ornaments. “Ok… Mama always said lights and garlands first, then tree topper.”

I laughed. “Same. However my tree is pre-lit, so how about you hand me some garland… except the ones you’re wearing.”

“What color?”

“Surprise me.”

He laughed. “Can do.”

A moment later I was holding an iridescent silver garland—one I’d only been able to use once before because Linden declared it tacky, even though I loved it.

“That one ok?” Justin asked.

“Perfect.”

I started wrapping the garland around the tree, glad that it was fake so I didn’t have to worry about it being too heavy to move into place later. Then Justin was beside me, carefully arranging how the garland rested on the branches as I moved.

The song changed, and Justin let out a soft chuckle before belting out something about chipmunks roasting on a fire.

I gawked, then burst into laughter.

Justin gave me a shit-eating grin. “I love holiday parodies.”

Something about his words warmed me. He was comfortable enough to show off his quirky side.

“I never listened to them much,” I admitted.

“I’ll have to introduce you to my favorites then.”

“There’s more than one?”

He giggled. “Of course. I mean you have all the twelve days knockoffs. Those are the easiest to find, and there’s one for almost every audience. Did you know there’s one just for Canada?”

“Really?”

“Yep!”

“How did you learn about it?” I laughed again. “Do you have Canadian relatives?”

“No, I just enjoy all the silliness.”

I was about to ask him what other parodies he liked when his stomach let out a loud growl.

Justin looked down and lightly punched his middle. “Shush you.”

“Did you have dinner?” I chuckled.

“Not yet.”

“Me neither. Shall we order in?”