DecorHATE for the Holidays
By Bree Kraemer
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What happens when one neighbor likes to decorate their house for Christmas and the other neighbor hates it?
A scorching holiday that neither will ever forget, that's what.
Tate Frost hates that Caroline Hyatt has millions of lights and decorations on her house. What he hates more, is that he can't stop thinking about her. She's too friendly, too happy, and just too appealing for him.
Caroline isn't trying to drive her new neighbor crazy with her decorations, but she does want him to notice her. Because she'd sure as heck noticed him. So much so that he's all she thinks about anymore other than her cookie business.
Will these two ever figure out that it's a thin line between hate and love?
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DecorHATE for the Holidays - Bree Kraemer
DecorHATE for the Holidays
Bree Kraemer
Published by Bree Kraemer, 2021.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
DecorHATE for the Holidays
First edition. November, 2021.
Copyright © 2021 Bree Kraemer.
Written by Bree Kraemer.
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Chapter 1
Tate
Every second closer he got to his home, Tate Frost became more agitated. It had been like this every day since Thanksgiving. It had gotten to the point that once or twice, he’d debated sleeping in his office just so he didn’t have to go home.
His cheerful, always happy, always in a good mood neighbor was one of THOSE people.
People who decorated for the holidays.
Just the thought made him groan.
He’d purchased the house in April and since then, he’d had maybe twenty total conversations with the ever cheery Caroline Hyatt. He'd been there a day and she’d been standing at his door with a Tupperware container full of cookies.
Delicious fucking chocolate chip cookies that he’d eaten in one sitting and then had a stomach ache for two days.
He probably should have assumed at the time that she’d be the kind of person who put up outside Christmas decorations. She changed the sign on her front door weekly. Always something cute and friendly.
Not that he was looking at her front door or anything.
His life from October to the end of December was all Christmas, all the time. His family owned a farm and garden center. And once Halloween was over, everything around him was Christmas-themed. From trees, to wreaths, to plants and other decorations. Thanks to his sister, who was in charge of marketing, every Saturday and Sunday, they were packed with families who came to enjoy activities, music, lights, and all manner of other things. He got enough of that stuff at work. He didn't need it right next door.
Even if it came in an interesting package.
Except, Caroline Hyatt didn’t interest him in the least.
So what if she was adorable with her big brown eyes and pixie-like height. Seriously, the woman couldn’t be more than five feet tall. When she stood next to his own six-foot, six-inch frame, he towered over her. It was like looking down at a child.
Except for her tits.
Her huge, more than a handful tits.
Not that he’d ever pictured putting his hands on them. Because he definitely hadn’t.
She annoyed the ever-loving shit of him.
Case in point, he was four houses from her house and he could already see it, lit up with more lights than Clark Griswold. Maybe that was exaggerating, but to him, it was a lot. He‘d had to go and buy blackout curtains for his bedroom, just to be able to sleep.
Even that hadn’t helped. At least, it hadn’t helped him to stop thinking about her.
It was just his dumb luck that she happened to be standing outside, on a ladder against her house no less, when he pulled into his driveway.
Even worse, she wasn’t wearing a coat, hat, or gloves from what he could tell. The temperature had dropped drastically during the day and snow had been predicted for the next several days. She shouldn’t be up on a ladder only half-dressed.
Fuming at her idiocy, he pushed the door to this truck open and ran into her yard shouting, What the hell do you think you're doing?
He pulled his own gloves from his pockets and slipped them on. He was still wearing the hat and heavy winter coat he’d had on during work.
He was just on the edge of her yard, but the lights she had up everywhere lit up her face as she turned at the sound of his voice.
Hi, Tate.
Her voice was happy, like she was glad to see him.
Get down from there right now.
He didn’t mean to be so stern, but she could break her neck if she fell.
Not that he cared.
The smile never left her face. Oh, I’m fine. I’ve been up here a million times throughout the years. I just needed to fix a few strands that were flickering.
She went back to what she was doing.
He should leave. Walk away and let her do whatever it is she was doing by herself. So what if she froze to death? Not his problem. But something inside his head stopped him.
His mom’s voice.
Groaning, he walked deeper into her yard until he stood at the foot of the ladder. Come down from there and I’ll fix whatever the problem is.
His words came out harsher than he’d wanted but fear for her safety had taken over.
She looked down. I can do it but I would appreciate it if you could hold the ladder steady for me. I think I see the problem, but it’s higher up.
All he’d wanted when he’d left his twelve-hour day of work was to come home, have a beer, a shower and kick his feet up on the coffee table and relax. This, Caroline, was not part of the plan.
Damn woman,
he said under his breath. At least put on some gloves or a hat.
She climbed higher up the ladder, her pert ass distracting him for a second. I can’t work with gloves on. Plus, I’m wearing plenty of layers.
No, she wasn’t. He could see the outline of her panties through her skin-tight red pants. Of course, she was wearing red pants. If he could see the front of her sweatshirt, he was sure it would have something to do with Christmas. The woman was a walking, talking, Christmas billboard.
He held the ladder tightly as she worked to fix the lights on the side of her house. Lights he’d prefer weren't there. Why was he doing this again? If it was up to him,