Page 78 of Another Christmas from Hell

Nodding slowly, Jason said, “We could do that, but we’re not going to.”

“Are you sure about that?” Cayley asked, sending Jason a pitying look as she grabbed her phone and took her time looking for the picture that she’d been waiting for the right moment to entice Sean with, but this was more important than trying to get her best friend to change the oil in her car for her.

“Positive,” Jason drawled while Trevor continued to glare.

“I want to know about the Bradford curse,” Cayley murmured as she sat back in her chair and waited for Jason to tell her what she wanted to know.

“And what do you know about the Bradford curse?” Jason asked, watching her curiously.

“Enough to know that there’s more to it than what Sean told me,” Cayley said, deciding that it was time to turn to physical intimidation to aide her interrogation and crossed her arms over her chest as she waited.

She watched Jason’s lips twitch as he copied the move and-

Flexed his insanely large muscles.

Not one to be easily intimidated, Cayley kept her gaze locked with him as she reached into her desk and grabbed the candy bar that she’d grabbed on her way to work and-

“Thanks,” Trevor said as he reached over her desk and plucked it out of her hand.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jason said, looking really amused for some reason.

“And I’m not going to,” Cayley said, returning to folding her arms over her chest as she waited.

Shrugging, Jason said, “I hear you like closets.”

“And I hear you like buffets,” Cayley said, watching as both men went still and swallowed hard as she reached over and picked up her phone.

When Jason opened his mouth, most likely to try to take over her interrogation, Cayley held up the phone and-

“What do you want to know?” Jason asked hoarsely, swallowing hard.

“Everything.”

* * *

“I really hate this family,”Rory heard her husband mumble seconds before the bed jostled and the unmistakable sounds of a pained grunt reached her ears.

Really hoping that this was a bad dream, Rory opened her eyes and-

“You’ve been busy,” Sean said conversationally as he settled more comfortably on the bed next to her as she watched Connor drag himself off the floor and-

“Was that really necessary?” Sean asked with a heartfelt sigh from where he’d landed on the floor as Connor, who looked understandably pissed, climbed back onto the bed and pulled her into his arms.

“Yes,” Connor said, closing his eyes and he pressed a kiss against the back of her neck, “now, get out.”

“I wish I could,” Sean said with a sad shake of his head as he pulled himself back up with a pained grunt, “but I’m afraid that I can’t do that.”

“You really can,” Rory murmured absently as she glanced at her alarm clock and found herself wondering why her brother was trying to piss her off this early, even as a thought occurred to her. “Do you want to tell me why Jason and Trevor drove all the way up here just to interrogate Cayley?”

“Tradition,” Sean said with a satisfied sigh as he dropped down on the bed next to Connor, making her husband go still, “Now, where were we?”

“You were getting the hell out of my bed before I kill you,” Connor said, reaching back to shove her brother off the bed, but Sean simply ignored him as he settled more comfortably on the bed next to him.

“What do you want?” Rory asked, knowing her brother well enough to know that he wasn’t leaving until he got what he came here for. She honestly didn’t know how Cayley put up with him for this long because Rory would have killed him by now.

“Answers,” Sean murmured, sounding thoughtful as Rory gave up trying to go back to sleep and rolled onto her other side so that she could glare at the little bastard, only to wonder where he got that sandwich.

“To?” Rory asked as she reached over and snatched the sandwich out of his hand, deciding that she’d more than earned it and took a bite. Sean’s eyes narrowed dangerously on her, but he didn’t say anything, which probably had something to do with the fact that it hadn’t ended well for him the last time that she was pregnant and he’d made the mistake of coming between her and food. As Rory took a bite of the delicious sandwich that was really hitting the spot, she couldn’t help but wonder if he still had that scar.

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