Screw Christmas
That’s right. You heard me correctly. Christmas can go take a flying… Well, you get where I’m going with this.
At one point in my life, the holidays were my favorite time of year—a time to decorate with sparkly lights, visit loved ones, and indulge in a family feast without guilt. But for me, closing in on forty, single with no kids, stuck arresting criminals through the holidays this year was going to bite. My Christmas plans consist of spiked eggnog and time with my tomcat who may or may not stand me up for the female kitty down the street.
But when my ex-stepbrother shows up unexpectedly on Christmas Eve looking for a place to stay while in the city, things take an interesting turn. We haven’t seen each other since we were teenagers, but this new and improved Dylan just might be what jingles my bells this Christmas.
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