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"Rest. We'll talk later.” And he was gone. * The next two days vanished in a blink. The estate was breathtaking– the warmstone walls, blazing fireplaces, and the staff in uniform moving around like ghosts. They answered basic questions but clammed up about their boss. I spent hours with Mariana, a quiet housemaid, learning to knit by the fire. Or curled up with books from Kai's massive study. Surprisingly, half the shelves held werewolf romances, looking all crisp and new, like they'd been bought for show.

Kaleb Brantley hated December and everything that had to do with it. The days were too short, making the nights seem as long as forever. It was colder than hell and dark… But, most of all, there was the incessant Christmas badgering. Lights, trees, carols, and an ever-increasing barrage of commercials urging you to shop, spend, buy. And every reminder of the holiday season ate at the edges of his soul and heart like drops of acid.

She adds already heading for the kitchen. Within thirty minutes Nina had put the stuff for Santa out on a Christmas plate that Mandy gave her yesterday and she was tucked up in bed while I read her a book called Once Upon a Magical Christmas and she loved every moment of it and so did Josh and Riley. Yep, that's right. The guys sat on the bottom of her bed and listened to the entire story like big children and I swear that the pair of them were almost sleeping their selves by the time I had finished and so was Nina.

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“Tell me what’s going on or I’ll tell Megan that you ruined that last batch of cookies.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would. Now, spill.” Currently, the two women stood in Jubilee and Heath’s room in the cabin while the rest of the family were either downstairs or outside. It was Christmas Day, and they’d just opened presents, which had mostly entailed watching James and the babies rip open packages with glee. Bea and Bennett had ripped open their gifts with a bloodlust that would’ve been frightening if it hadn’t been so cute. Evie was too little to do much other than pull on the ribbons as her parents helped her unwrap her gifts.

"Come with me." Her hand moved before her brain could stop it. Her fingers found his warm, dry, calloused in a way that surprised her and he pulled her gently from the path of the elevator as the doors slid shut. "It's Christmas Eve," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I know." He led her down the hall, away from the party, away from everything she understood. "I've got something I want to give you."

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“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

"And they're delivered by Santa Claus, I suppose." "Of course," she replied, smiling. "Santa always delivers the presents on Christmas Eve, but they don't open them until Christmas morning. After delivering the presents, Santa reads 'Twas the Night Before Christmas' to them and then they sing songs and have hot chocolate." Caden tilted his head. "How do you know all this?" Jocelyn blushed. "I volunteered there many times before, since my parents passed." "Do they always have enough presents for all of the children?" Caden looked back toward the tree and the family walked into the restaurant.

She even made me wear long heels. It was dark inside. The flickering Christmas lights only did little to illuminate the space. It was cold too. Too cold, but nobody seemed to care. My eyes fell on the giant Christmas tree by the door. For the first time in my life, the sight of a Christmas tree tugged at my guilt. I was still staring at its bright colored red and green ribbons when someone suddenly grabbed it, yanking it off its stand. Then two n***d sweaty bodies came crashing against the glass door.