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I touched my glass to Ian's with a rueful grin. "Merry Christmas, cousin."
He winked. "You'll never be quit of me now, Reaper."
That was probably true. And since it turned out that we were related, I'd felt obligated to get Ian a Christmas present. A chunk of coal sat in a brightly wrapped box under the tree, his name written in big bold letters on the front of it.
Ian might be family, but he still had been a very naughty boy this year.
Home for the Holidays by Jeaniene Frost
He winked. "You'll never be quit of me now, Reaper."
That was probably true. And since it turned out that we were related, I'd felt obligated to get Ian a Christmas present. A chunk of coal sat in a brightly wrapped box under the tree, his name written in big bold letters on the front of it.
Ian might be family, but he still had been a very naughty boy this year.
Home for the Holidays by Jeaniene Frost
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