When I Talked To Him Earlier, He Said He Had To Work Tonight,” Peter Explained, “but That We Should Go Ahead And Draw For Him.” “draw?” I Asked Uneasily. “oh Lord. Tell Me It’s Not Pictionary Night Too.” Peter Sighed Wearily. “draw For Secret Santas. Do You Even Read The E-mails I Send?” “secret Santas? Seems Like We Just Did That,” I Said. “yeah, A Year Ago,” Said Peter. “just Like We Do Very Christmas.

-Richelle Mead

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When I Talked To Him Earlier, He

Richelle Mead

When I Talked To Him Earlier, He Said He Had To Work Tonight,” Peter Explained, “but That We Should Go Ahead And Draw For Him.” “draw?” I Asked Uneasily. “oh Lord. Tell Me It’s Not Pictionary Night Too.” Peter Sighed Wearily. “draw For Secret Santas. Do You Even Read The E-mails I Send?” “secret Santas? Seems Like We Just Did That,” I Said. “yeah, A Year Ago,” Said Peter. “just Like We Do Very Christmas.

Topic

Night

Years

Secret

Hey." She Said, Looking Up From An Open Book Propped Up On One Knee. She Brushed A Few Strands Of Pale Hair Out Of Her Face. Her Boyfriend, Christian, Lay On The Floor Near Her, His Head Propped Up On Her Other Knee. He Greeted Me By Way Of A Nod. Concidering The Antagonism The Sometimes Flared Up Between Us, That Was Almost On Par With Him Giving Me A Bear Hug.

Christian

Book

Hair