“You like it?”
“Oh, yes. It’s one of my favorites.”
In that case, I’d have to give At Your Service a bonus.
“Oh, look!” Quinn said. “Here comes Santa Claus. You won’t want to miss this, Mark. It signals the conclusion of the parade.”
Was he f*****g nuts?
“And speaking of Santa, Mark, I know Quinton has told you we want you to have dinner with us on Christmas. Have you given any more thought to it?”
Hah! I recognized a setup when I saw one.
The woman was like an iron butterfly. She looked so fragile, so delicate, yet underneath she was stronger than most men. There was no point in arguing with her. Like her son, she’d find some way to overturn any objection I could come up with.
And I didn’t want to come up with an objection. I wanted to spend Christmas with my lover and his mother.
