Kim
Knight walked into the house and slammed the door. I turned off the kitchen faucet and grabbed a towel, meeting him in the foyer. “Still no luck?”
He kicked off his boots and shook his head. “Booker’s been workin’ on it for hours, but there are close to a hundred iPads he has to go through and so far, none of them are on.”
I bit my lip. “That sucks… but can I just say, a hundred iPads? That’s so incredibly awesome. People really stepped up this year.”
He sighed. “Yeah, sugar, it’s awesome. Unless the asshole who stole the truck is already selling them and makin’ a mint.”
Dropping the towel on the console, I slid my hands around his waist. “You guys’ll find the truck, honey. I’m confident of it. If not, we’ll still have a great party because you and I’ll cover the cost of new toys.
