Chapter 12
Christmas Eve
Philip and I are in bed until noon, listening to Frank Sinatra’s “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.”
We lie naked, our limbs entwined like twisty bread. “You’re wearing me out, babe,” Philip whispers.
I hug him. “I missed you.”
He squeezes me in his muscular arms and grazes my stubble with his wandering mouth. “I missed you too. I’m glad you’re home.”
“Traveling takes a lot out of me.” My thoughts turn to the holidays. “The plan to house our families under one roof together makes me nervous.”
Philip assures me everything will be all right. “Don’t worry. If anyone acts up, we’ll send them to Motel 8 on the interstate. Far away from here.”
His fingers find my favorite spot and I am instantly aroused, prickling to life in all the right places. “You wanna go another
