“Did you really just make a dirty Santa joke?” His tone is incredulous but he’s laughing. Which is totally normal in the midst of a hookup.

“Err, maybe? Too much?”

“Maybe just a little. Unless you’ve got a genuine Santa fetish you want to disclose at this time.”

“I don’t.” I shake my head vigorously while running my hands across his chest again. Really really nice chest hair.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Would it have been a deal-killer if I had?” I press. Why in the hell am I asking? Now I’m laughing too. At myself.

“I think we could have worked something out.” Teddy manages to say this like he means it, which is rather nice of him.

“Thanks.”

“Do you have any others?”

“Fetishes?” I perk up. I don’t actually, but it’s nice to be asked, isn’t it? Maybe I can develop one. A really good one I can use to establish my street cred on the kink scene in Reindeer Falls.

As if Reindeer Falls has a kink scene.

I start laughing again.

“Bad Christmas jokes,” Teddy clarifies with an amused grin.

“Oh, those. For sure.”

“You’re a lot of fun, Noel.”

“Agreed,” I say with a straight face.

“A half-naked woman telling bad Christmas jokes is every man’s fantasy, am I right? Wait, unless…” I drag out the pause, a dramatic frown covering my face. “Unless bad Christmas jokes are your fetish?”