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I’m happy that none of them press the point. Instead, Jamie scurries to the pile of DVDs that we’ve spread out like a smorgasbord over the floor. “Another?” she asks, as Ryan pulls her back down.
    “Don’t encourage her,” he says. “The slightest hint of enthusiasm and she’ll have us up all night watching movies.”
    “What’s wrong with that?” she asks.
    “Santa,” Jackson deadpans, casting a quick glance toward Ollie. “We can’t interrupt the jolly old elf’s distribution plans.”
    “He has a point,” I tell Jamie.
    “Yeah, well,
Santa
still has to put some presents under the tree,” Syl puts in. “And he can’t do that until we’re sure that someone is asleep. So I’m up for one more movie. As long as there’s another hot cocoa in it for me.”
    “I’m all for cocoa,” Jamie says. She cocks her head as she looks at me. “There’s still peppermint schnapps left, right?”
    “James, you brought the biggest bottle in the history of mankind,” I point out. “I think we still have one or two drops left.”
    “All right then. So I vote for
It’s a Wonderful Life.”
    The nomination passes without opposition, and the angels on screen are just starting to talk in the heavens when Damien returns. He settles in next to me, and I lean against him, comfortable and warm with his arm around me and my head on his shoulder. About the time that Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed start dancing over the indoor pool, Jamie starts to snore softly, and Ryan picks her up and carries her off to bed. Sylvia crashes, too, sliding down on the couch until her head is in Jackson’s lap.
    Not me. My eyes are heavy, but I love this movie too much, and when the end credits finally roll, I have to wipe away the tears that are streaming down my face.
    “Merry Christmas,” Damien says, and I realize that it’s just past midnight. He kisses me softly, and I snuggle close.
    “I should probably clean up the kitchen,” I say, though the thought of moving doesn’t appeal at all. “Ronnie’s going to be up at dawn.”
    “I’ll take care of it,” Damien says.
    “Yeah? That’s reason four-thousand and thirty-three why I love you.”
    Across the room, Jackson gently picks up Sylvia. “Give me a second to get her in bed, and I’ll help you before I put the presents under the tree.”
    Once they’re gone, I glance at Ollie. “How about you? Heading to bed? Scrubbing the kitchen?”
    “I was thinking about getting some air,” he says with a nod toward the glass doors that open onto the huge balcony. “It’s a clear night. I bet we can see a blanket of stars out here.”
    “The nights here are incredible,” I agree. “Especially after living in Dallas and Los Angeles.”
    “And Manhattan,” Ollie adds.
    I nod. Ollie was my neighbor in Dallas growing up. He’s lived there and in Los Angeles and in New York. Like me, Ollie didn’t grow up under a blanket of stars. “Come on,” I say, sliding off the couch and grabbing a fleece blanket to wrap around my shoulders. “Maybe we’ll see Santa’s sleigh crossing over the moon.”
    I follow him out onto the balcony and breathe in the crisp night air. The temperature has dropped, and I wrap the blanket tighter around my shoulders as I lean my head back and look up at the night sky to see the stars flickering like Frank Capra’s angels looking down on us.
    “You want to tell me what’s wrong?”
    I look over at Ollie to see that he’s focused on me, not the stars, and there’s no ignoring the concern on his face. “Nothing’s wrong,” I say, which is sort of the truth and sort of a lie.
    “Seriously, Nikki? I know I’ve fucked some shit up, but I thought we’d gotten past it.”
    “We have,” I say, and I mean it. Orlando McKee and I were practically inseparable until his parents shipped him off to boarding school when he was twelve. We’ve always had a bond—a connection—and for years he and Jamie were the only ones who knew about the demons