Do you need help with anything?" he asked with a wicked arched brow. "Maybe with cookies for Santa."

Scowling because no one was here but us, I said, "You're a bit late for that. Santa already came."

He hadn't moved, but I knew better than to think he would. Flynn was a pro at filling the bubble air space that was meant to be private and personal. "And were you a good girl?" he asked.

Awkwardly folding my arms over my chest, I said, "Not sure, I haven't checked. But you needn't look. We all know you are all bad."

Laughing, he said, "Yeah, well, there are other things worth unwrapping."

Grinding my teeth, I asked, "What, you didn't get your Ho, Ho, Ho, last night?"

Tossing back another full belly laugh, he said, "You know you're kind of funny when you want to be.

Shannon Dermott

Stichwörter: christmas extra mercy-s-pov

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