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Brody wraps an arm around Riley’s neck and runs his knuckles over his hair. “If she were logical, she never would have given you three chances.”
Riley pushes Brody away. “As if you didn’t need another chance with Soleil.”
Brody waggles his eyebrows. “Soleil couldn’t resist me.”
“Guys!” I shout. “Can we get the tree decorated? We don’t have all day.”
“Because someone wants to do his grand gesture on Christmas day,” Elder says.
I don’t deny it. Of course, I want to do my grand gesture on Christmas day. I know how lonely Love’s life has been – especially on family holidays. I want to show her it doesn’t have to be lonely anymoreifshe’ll forgive me.
“Whatever. Let’s get this done.”
Three hours later, Love’s living room is unrecognizable. In addition to the Christmas tree, there’s a new sofa with matching chairs, coffee table and side tables, and a new rug. Plus, the entire room is decorated for the holiday.
“Moon messaged.” Riley wiggles his phone. “They’re on their way back. Or, at least, I assume that’s what this means.”
Brody leans over to read the message on Riley’s phone. “Dude, your woman is smashed.”
Crap. I hope Love isn’t smashed. I need her sober to hear me out.
“Out the back door.” I herd everyone to the back entrance.
“Good thing I set up a surveillance camera,” Brody mutters.
I wrap an arm around his neck. “You better not be spying on me, baby bro.”
He ducks under my hold. “I understand the sanctity of privacy.”
Riley barks out a laugh. “Since when?”
Someone steps onto the front porch. I shoo my brothers away. “Get out of here before you ruin the surprise.”
I slide the door shut as quietly as possible before tiptoeing to the living room. The front door opens and closes as Love enters the house. She drops her purse before beginning to climb the stairs.
She can’t go upstairs! She’ll ruin the surprise.
“Where are you going?”
Love screams and I rush to her.
“It’s me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She clutches her chest. “What are you? The ghost of Christmas past?”
“I’m not a ghost.”
“Then why are you standing in my house in the dark scaring the crap out of me on Christmas Day?”
I grasp her elbow and lead her down the stairs to the living room. I hit the lights. “Tada!”
She blinks as she scans the room. “What did you do?”
“I decorated your house for Christmas.”
“Because you don’t want me in your house for Christmas!” She bursts into tears.
Crap. This isn’t going the way I expected it to. I haul her into my arms.
