Page 7 of Rescued By Santa

I turn to Watson who’s in his bed in the corner. “What am I thinking?”

He does his best to care by rolling onto his back and asking for a belly rub. I do as the basset hound demands while trying to calm myself.

How Jasper… I mean, Santa… acted with Nyck had me dreaming of how kind Santa could be to me, too. And believe me, Santa had some moves in those dreams.

But then there’s the concern that he’s some mass murder, but the company wouldn’t hire someone who wasn’t vetted, right?

A voice from the doorway makes me jump. “So who are going out with? Wait! Is it that hottie doctor from nephrology?”

Ewww.

“No! Drs don’t date Drs. At least not if we can help it. It’s a prescription for disaster.”

“Funny.” Harmony flops onto my king size bed and all I can remember was how that bed used to be filled with Parker, myself, and Nyck on Sunday mornings. “So, who is this?”

“He’s new.”

“New to who and where?”

I roll my eyes with my back to her.

“I saw that eye roll in the mirror, sis.”

“Sorry, but could you just not do the whole twenty-questions thing?”

“What’s he look like?” she asks ignoring my request, like usual.

I really don’t know.

I straighten my back and look at my sweater and jeans outfit. I doubt Santa’s a Five Seasons kind of guy, so I’m going for more bistro or brewery kind of vibe.

“Well, what does he look like?” she uses sign language to repeat. She learned the skill when Nyck was born, and we thought he might be profoundly deaf but found out his hearing impairment wasn’t as severe as we originally thought.

“I heard you.” I’m not deaf, but often ignoring her gets her to stop. “Ummm… he’s kinda tall… and kinda has a rounder body—”

“A dad bod?” she asks with a gaping mouth as I grab my jacket off the end of the bed. “Wow, I didn’t expect that.”

“I don’t judge a book by its cover, judgy-judgerson.”

“Fair enough. Do go on…”

Ugh. What will make her stop?

“He’s got facial hair. His hair is kinda… silvery.”

“Older man? Love it. Tell me more…”

Good God.

“He’s generous. He likes kids. And he… he likes to wear red suits and black boots.”

Harmony’s head rears back. “You make him sound like he’s… Santa?”

The doorbell rings.Saved by the bell.

“Please go get that.”

Harmony stops in the doorway. “Are you sure you want to go out with this guy? You seem… nervous?”

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