I didn’t wanna go home. I definitely didn’t wanna go to my restaurant.
I stared at the screen, waiting for Lane’s reply. Oh hell, it was December twenty-first. I was going to Colt, Lucas, and Kit’s holiday party tonight.
Kill me.
Lane’s text finally popped up.
My sexy ho, ho, ho of a boyfriend? LOL. Come over. I’ll take care of you. I may have a battle story to share too.
Oh, thank fucking God. I sent him a quick answer.
You’re a lifesaver, baby. I’ll be there in twenty, and I’ll stop by the bakery next to your building. xx
Some pair we were.
Ho, ho, ho, indeed.