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“I’ll rent the cabin,” Duke found himself blurting out.
“What? Why?”
“So that we can spend a couple of nights over Christmas there. I can’t spare much more time.”
“And why would you want to do that? I didn’t think you wanted to go away on holiday.”
Duke knew he had to tread carefully to not hurt the Fox’s feelings.
Wait. What?
Since when did he care about the Fox’s feelings? Or consider he might have them?
Okay . . . that was a bit of an asshole thought.
“The girls and Brody obviously want this. And we both like to give them what they want? Yes?”
“Yes. I always give them what they want. Except if it puts them in danger.”
“Right. So . . . we’re in agreement?”
“This moment is historic. I don’t believe we’ve ever been in agreement. Except about your need to plant the parsnip—”
“Fox.”
“Right. Agreed. As long as you stop all this sex talk with Sunny. She’s like a sister to me.”
Duke groaned.
* * *
Sunny smiledas she slid down the hallway and got back into bed.
It seemed that she was still on Santa’s nice list since her Christmas miracle had just come true.
EPILOGUE
Christmas Eve
It wasthe night before Christmas, and no one in the log cabin was stirring . . . except for one Foxy Santa.
Dressed all in red, he moved around the house, checking on all the Littles and one Big.
Then, deciding they were all sound asleep, he slipped downstairs past the remains of their night before. The board games strewn on the table, evidence of hot chocolates and eggnog, along with far too much candy and chocolate.
Then he stepped up to the Christmas tree. It was done in figures of unicorns and foxes. Along with the occasional Batman and Spiderman.
Pulling his sack off his shoulder, he drew out gifts for them all, placing them under the tree. Next, he put two very special gifts in two of the stockings.
And there was a third big gift was out in the garage.
Sure, he’d heard Duke say that he wasn’t to get Sunny a gift.
But since when did he ever let anything the big biker had to say sway him?
He was the Fox after all . . .
* * *
