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fuckin’ cigarette. I’m goin’ back to the shop. See ya later.” He raises his hand in farewell, and we all say our goodbyes. Then, he too, is out the front door and walking across the street.
    I turn to Lachlan. “You really think he has a right to be that way?”
    “Aye. I cannae blame him for wantin’ what’s best for his lassie. Can ye?”
    I shrug. “Well, no. But he’s goin’ overboard.”
    “Maybe, but wouldn’t ye want him actin’ that way, instead of not carin’? Sometimes ye cannae have it both ways.” Lachlan tags me around the neck and pulls me in for a tiny kiss. I melt into him, my front to his.
    Resting my chin on his chest, I look up. “Okay, maybe you’re right. But it's Christmas and I want it to be perfect.”
    “If ye’re here, it’ll be perfect na matter what.”
    Awe! How did I get so darn lucky?
    “If you wanna get laid again, do it somewhere else. I’ve got work to do,” Whisky comments, turning on her heel and heading back to the kitchen. Bridget stays put.
    “You okay?” I ask her.
    Bridget rubs her eyes. “Yeah. Cas was out here arguing with Fawn before you two finished your business. Which wasn’t as loud as Whisky said it was. I could ignore most of the noise, except the screams.”
    Oh. Dear. Lord. Yep, we need to keep a lid on this. Put a cork in my mouth or something. Maybe one of those ball gags. That might actually help. Anything, to stop this heat from creeping up my cheeks and making them burn with embarrassment. I have to learn to be quieter.
    “Sorry about that,” I mutter and she waves me off.
    “It’s not a big deal. I’ve heard worse. Hey, did Whisky talk to you about the wrapping party?”
    I flip in Lachlan’s arms and he wraps them around my chest, lips kissing the back of my head.
    “Wrapping party?” I press because I’ve never heard of such a thing.
    “It’s a party with booze, snacks, and Christmas presents. You should come!” Whisky hollers from the kitchen.
    “Yeah. It’s something Whisky does every year with me and a few others. I’ll tell you more about it when I get home tonight, but I gotta get back to work.” Bridget hugs Lachlan and me at the same time. I kiss her cheek, and then she’s waving bye to us before heading into the back to help Whisky.
    “I think it’s time tae go home.” Lachlan releases me and grabs my hand, threading his fingers through.
    He’s right. I need a shower, and time to think about all of the crap that just went down.
    Catch ya on the flippity side.

 
     
    Staggering up Whisky’s front steps, an oversized tote full of unwrapped presents in my hands, I bang it against the screen door hoping that someone will come to help. I’ve already got another three trips to Viola before I’ll be able to relax at this wrapping party. It’s gonna be a busy day.
    The door is thrown open by a buxom brunette, wearing Rudolph pajamas. I’m thinking that I might have seriously overdressed in my jeans and needlepoint sweater. “Hello there, sugar. You must be Maggie,” she singsongs, pushing the screen door open so I’m able to slide past her and into the house.
    “Hi. Yes. Thank you.” I bob my head on the way to the living room and she’s right on my tail.
    “Lay ‘em right over there,” the woman instructs, pointing to a mound of presents beside an eight-foot Christmas tree. Next to it, there’s at least fifty rolls of wrapping paper and enough bows to cover Viola. Jeezy Petes, does anyone need this many supplies?
    I do as I’m told, then gesture to the front door. “I’ve got more stuff in my car.”
    “Let Penny help you, Mags. I’m just makin’ some margaritas in the kitchen!” Whisky yells from around the corner.
    Heading toward the sound of her voice, I lean my shoulder on the frame, poking my head into the kitchen. “Where’s Bridget?”
    “Fawn and her are out in the bar grabbin’ me the good tequila.” She dumps ice into the blender and grabs a bottle of mix from the cupboard.