Chapter 12
Parrish woke earlier than he’d expected on Christmas morning. The condo was warm enough, so he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and padded into the kitchen. He’d learned where Ransom kept everything the night before, and now he started a pot of coffee, then took a plate and cup from the cupboard. He rummaged through the fridge and found a package of English muffins. He reached for the butter and—
“Ugh.” Apparently Ransom preferred a butter substitute rather than the real thing. He’d been so wrapped up in watching his lover’s lips the day before he hadn’t even noticed. “Well, that puts paid to this relationship.” Parrish rolled his eyes at his nonsense and chuckled. No, it would take a lot more than a difference of opinion regarding what to put on their muffins before he’d walk a
