Chapter Seven
As the holidays approached, Ever and Stroud agreed, since they were both virtually alone, they would spend Christmas together, a full week’s break for Ever. Ever was delighted at the prospect, her only concern being the issue of gift exchange inherent in the seasonal observance.
“Naturally, I want to get you something,” Stroud said.
“And I you,” Ever agreed, “but I really don’t have a clue what to get, and even if I did, I have to admit—”
“If I may exercise what I perceive to be an advantage...” Stroud interceded, saving her the humiliation of admitting to financial limitations. “I would like to exert a little blackmail.”
“Blackmail?” Ever repeated, not sure whether or not to smile.
“Bring some of your writing,” Stroud suggested.
“You sly bastard.”
“Will you?”
“Perha
