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Before I could decide, my phone began ringing and Sylvia’s name flashed across the screen.
I shook my head and tossed the phone aside on to the mattress, not in the mood for any female drama tonight. I walked to the kitchen and uncapped a bottle of Budweiser, thinking about what food to order tonight. I hadn’t joined the boys in an Xbox gaming session in a while and I think tonight having the place to myself while Paul is out doing fuck knows what at Emma’s little event would be a good time to get one in.
Taking a swig, I placed the bottle on top of my chest of drawers before my phone started ringing from where it was on the bed. Picking it up, I grinned when I saw Paul’s name displayed on the screen.
“What’s up?” I asked. “She killed you yet?” I joked, not giving him a chance to respond.
“Dude. Don’t even start,” he threatened. “You coming by?”
“Why?” I asked. When the fuck did I ever go to one of these community events? I hated kids so there wasn’t much of a chance I’d go knowing full well it’d be overcrowded with kiddies and their parents.
“Because I know you’ll not want to admit this but . . .” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Faith is here and she’s looking very . . .”
“Why the fuck are you looking at Faith when you’re supposed to be in a relationship with Emma?” I snapped.
He laughed at my outburst. “Don’t get defensive! Just thought you might want to come down and check her out in her very sexy stockings.”
Before I could say anything, he put the phone down, hanging up on me.
I stared down at the phone, not quite sure whether he was pulling my leg or whether my wet dream was actually in a pair of stockings at whatever event they were at together. I shook my head before grabbing a clean black t-shirt and jumper, slipping them over my head before I grabbed my jacket.
The fucker knew that there was no way I’d be staying here when he dangled Faith in stockings in front of me.
CHAPTER THREE
FAITH
“Is murder always a crime?” I muttered to myself as I looked at the number of children that were waiting outside to sit on Santa’s knee.
“Not always,” Paul replied from behind me. I heard the bells on his shoes jingle before he stopped behind me. “Depends who it is, I guess.”
I laughed at him before turning around to face him.
“If I didn’t love her like a sister, she’d already have an ax in her back.”
“Wow!” Emma said from the doorway. “I’m really feeling the love in this room.” She rolled her eyes at me before she walked toward us. She stopped to kiss Paul before she turned to face me. “Okay, first . . .” She placed her hands on my shoulders and turned me to face her. “You are an elf.” A cheeky grin appeared on her face. “So, let’s try and look happy.” She walked past me and tapped Paul on his ass.
“Okay, elf, let’s go!” She grabbed her clipboard off the table and pasted a beaming smile on her face.
We all turned to the doorway of Santa’s bunker and waited for Santa to join us. As we all waited for our jolly fat man to join us, I looked at Emma, wondering where the hell he was. I looked back to the doorway, relieved when Santa finally decided to join us.
Moments later, he came through the door, fixing his beard into place.
“I’m here! I’m here!” He grinned over at us. “So, these are my naughty elves!”
“Some of the time,” Emma muttered. “Paul, Faith; this is Nick. Nick, this is Paul and Faith.”
“Hi.” I smiled at him and reached forward to shake his hand, stepping back for Paul to do the same. “So, have you ever been a Santa before, Nick.”
Nick. You couldn’t write this stuff. He was literally our very own St. Nick.
“Only three years.” He rolled his eyes toward Emma. “Can’t ever escape this one.”
“Ah, I see.” Paul grinned. “Did she get you to sign your contract in blood or ink?” He put his arm around Emma’s shoulders and pulled her into his side.
“I am not that bad.” She mock punched him in the arm before she held the clipboard against her chest. “Is it my fault if you can’t say no to me?”
I rolled my eyes at the lovesick pair before I clapped my hands together, eager to move this along.
