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laundry.
    â€œHe doesn’t need a dossier on all of us!” she added and laughed to soften the statement. “To finish the introductions in the family, my little brother is Bobby, and Shayne’s kids are named Connor and Genevieve. Welcome to our home for Christmas. I’m so sorry about what happened to you. Won’t your family be worried?”
    Gabe looked away from her for a moment. “I have a huge extended family, but my immediate family wasn’t expecting me. They’ll be fine without me—there’s a lot of work that goes on tonight. I’m grateful that you’ve taken me in.”
    Shayne squeezed his shoulder. “I would be happier if you were in a hospital,” he said.
    Gabe pushed back the blanket and sat up, despite Shayne’s protests. “I’m not even dizzy anymore. I swear,” he said. “I’m not sure I’d want to hit the ring for a few bouts or anything, but I’m doing fine.”
    â€œThen sit.”
    â€œI’m sitting,” Gabe said.
    His teeth began to chatter.
    Shayne brought out his little light, and told Gabe to follow the beam. He inspected their guest’s eyes with a serious expression, then let out a sigh and shrugged. “Your pupils are showing no signs of a possible problem.”
    â€œHe’s fine, but he’s freezing,” Morwenna said. “He must be soaked.”
    â€œOh, how very rude of us,” Stacy said. Shelooked at her oldest son. “Shayne, there must still be jeans and T’s and flannel shirts up in your room. Can you loan something to Mr. Lange?”
    â€œGabe, please,” their visitor insisted. “I am on your sofa.”
    â€œOf course.” Shayne seemed troubled, but he shook his head. “We’ll head up to my old room. You can get out of those wet clothes, take a shower and then put on something dry and warm.”
    â€œThat would be great. My most sincere gratitude to you all,” Gabe said.
    â€œI’ll give you a hand getting up,” Shayne said. “Use the banister—I’ll support you on the other side.”
    Morwenna hovered, watching as they started up the stairs. “Great kids,” Gabe told Shayne.
    He didn’t ask about their mother; somehow, Shayne volunteered information.
    â€œYes, they’re great kids. They’ve stayed that way through the divorce,” Shayne said.
    â€œMost important thing to remember in a divorce—your children still have you both as parents, the people they love most in the world. I’mglad to hear that you and your ex are respecting one another. You should be proud.”
    Morwenna didn’t get to hear her brother’s answer; they were already up the stairs.
    Her father emerged from the kitchen, a glass in his hand.
    â€œWhat the hell is going on?” he demanded.
    â€œHonestly, Mike, it’s Christmas!” Stacy said.
    â€œShayne is giving him something to wear that isn’t soaked with snow,” Morwenna said.
    â€œI’m getting the shotgun,” Mike said. “I just don’t trust that guy. I’m going to have it on hand at all times.”
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    Genevieve, unsurprisingly for her age, was not an ace at wrapping packages. In a few instances when he didn’t cut the paper quickly enough, she cut pieces that were too small. Small items, stocking stuffers, were wrapped in enough paper to conceal a small elephant.
    â€œWow, there’s a lot of stuff here!” Connor told Bobby, his eyes wide. Then they clouded. “I guess we won’t get much here,” he added.
    â€œWe won’t get presents?” Genevieve asked.
    â€œOf course you’ll get presents,” Bobby told him.
    But Connor shook his head knowingly. “We did get presents, Genevieve. Remember? Daddy and Gram and all sent them before, and we opened them at home.” He looked at his uncle apologetically. “We got good presents, Uncle Bobby. Gram