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“That motherfucking, donut licking, chicken flinging waste of space is dead.”

JJ laughed and settled onto her pillow with her back to him. It was still early afternoon, but they were both emotionally drained.

“I’ll be sure to tell him you think of him while in bed with me if you don’t lie back down and play the part of big spoon.” Trip could hear the exhaustion in her voice. “I’m sure he’d love to hear that.”

If she wanted big spoon, he’d give her big spoon. He would deny her nothing as long as they lived.

“Don’t you dare. One word to Taps and I tell Meri that it was you who dented her car that spring break and not me. I took the rap for you back then, but don’t push your luck.”

Trip was sad but content with his body wrapped around hers and his nose buried in her neck.

“You wouldn’t dare. You said the past doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t, so whatever Taps or any of my brothers told you is in the past too, deal?”

“Deal.”

It was official. The Grinch in him was dead and Trip officially loved Christmas again.

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