The front door clicked as Tristan pushed it shut. Heather and Zeke had been picked up…and that left him alone with Brian. Tristan locked the door and set the alarm, then turned to face Brian, who was lingering in the foyer.
“That was very deliberate,” Brian said with a wicked smile. “Planning on following through with earlier suggestions?”
Tristan crooked a finger toward his husband then held out his arms. Brian walked into the embrace and Tristan held him tightly, kissing him…and noticing just how damn cold it was leaning back on the door.
“So, was this a good Christmas?” Brian asked. “Well, minus the part with Althea anyway.”
Tristan gazed at Brian. “I like your sister. Her boyfriend seems…all right. And any holiday I get to spend with you falls in the good category.”
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