Chapter 8“I thought you were going to leave me on the floor.” With one hand on Eli’s shoulder for support and the other on the blanket for uncharacteristic modesty, Casey had to speak.
“Of course not. It took Johnny a while to wake me.”
The clock told me four minutes had passed. It felt like ten as Eli and I had a somewhat heated discussion, and likely twenty to someone vulnerable and on the floor.
“Leave that here.” Eli gently tugged Casey’s cover from his grip. “You don’t want to trip.”
“Between here and the bed? I think we’ll manage,” I read from Casey’s lips.
“We had something else in mind,” Eli explained. “If you want…”
“Something else like what?”
“You’ll see.”
“Is this my Christmas present?” Casey asked once all was revealed.
“Rub-a-dub-dub.”
I wasn’t sure three men would f
