Chapter 6
SamsonI opened the door for Blair, gripping the Burger King bag in one hand. She entered our joint bedroom with the colas in hers, then walked them over to the bedside table and put them down.
“Well,” she said, “isn’t this the best Christmas ever?”
“Burger King? Are you kidding? Better than my last Christmas for sure.”
Blair spun on the spot, a half-frown, half-smile toying with her features. “What was last Christmas?”
“One shot of nasty eggnog and the entire evening going down on the toilet.” And that wasn’t a lie. God damn, that was some foul s**t. I’d never fathom how people managed to get it down. It was raw f*****g egg without the protein payoff in the gym.
Blair giggled and walked to the four-poster. She sat down on the mattress, then dragged one of the pillows into h
