“Oh, mistletoe. We should most probably kiss.”

“Should we?”

“Probably.”

“Is this you playing up the Crazy Dez thing or are you being serious?”

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Desiree giggled and swished her skirts around.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Maybe it’s best if I don’t answer.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You have a nice smile.”

“And you’re not as crazy as you let people believe.”

“Perhaps.”

“Don’t you mean probably?”

Desiree giggled again.

“Are you going to answer my question or just stand there acting coquettish?”

“If I answered your question seriously, you most probably wouldn’t believe me.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re confusing?”

“On occasion.”