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I wonder if I’m dreaming. The office playboy is giving sound advice. This is too weird.
“Who are you?” I ask with a little sarcasm.
He leans back against the front of his desk. “Just because I haven’t found someone, doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I kinda envy you for finding love.”
Now I absolutely know the world has gone completely mad.
But I can’t help myself. I need to hear more.
“But how do I show her that she can trust me. That I want to be the one who is there for her?”
He shrugs and lifts the packages off his desk. “Hey, I’m not the idea man, boss. That’s on you. But if I had to guess, that Santa suit you have on the closet door in your office might be a start of how you can apologize. Good luck and merry Christmas, boss.”
Santa Claus is coming to town.
CHAPTER9
SONNET
“Mom! Mom! Mom! Santa came!”
Christmas morning, I walk into the house and Nyck attacks me at the garage door!
“Let me change out of my scrubs and I’ll be right there.”
I’ve worked twelve hours straight, but this energizes me better than any caffeine ever could.
His green eyes remind me less of Parker’s today and more of someone else’s.
Nyck rubs his eyes. “Where’s Jasper?”
I don’t know why, but I look to Harmony.
She wraps her arm around his shoulders. “He went to see his family.”
“Oh. I thought… never mind.” His eyes fall on the stack of gifts. “Can we open his gifts?”
“Sure.
Nyck hands them out. Three for him, two for me, and two for Harmony. Someone he didn’t even really know and yet… then I remember him asking a dozen questions about Nyck and Harmony while we were shopping.
Nyck opens his first gift, the smallest. It’s a ticket. His eyes widen. “Wow.”
“What is it?”
He holds it up and I see “Season Pass – Denver Rockies.” My eyes start to burn with the tingle of tears. “I told him that I want to learn to play baseball. Now I can watch with him!” He holds up a note that he has the other ticket.
Harmony bites her lip and I blow out a long breath. Jasper and Nyck could still be friends. But I’m not sure I can only do friendship.
Harmony opens her first, the biggest. She tears off the wrapping in two seconds. “Holy sh—”
“Harmony!”
Nyck stops staring at his ticket to look up.
She holds up the gift. A brand-new phone, top of the line. “Sorry, but this takes a lot off my monthly budget. And it’s prepaid for a whole year.”
Okay, holy shit is right.
