My Hot Neighbor is an Irish Vampire by Roxie McClaine

Author:Roxie McClaine
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Roxie McClaine

After sleeping like a rock, it’s half past one when I wake up. Groaning, I go about my so-called morning routine, washing up and readying myself for the day. A good night of rest and some distance has me thinking clearly. No, he shouldn’t have shouted, but I was being stubborn too. I’ll have to talk to Cillian when I can if I get a chance. With last night’s attack and the re-emergence of the Lilymen, that might not be possible.

But I’m not going to let it all ruin my day. Crying and moping around about men isn’t something that’s on my itinerary anymore. Dressing for the cold—which is going to be especially bad today, says the radio morning show I’m listening to as I style my hair—I realize that Christmas is only two weeks away.

Damn. I’ve been so caught up with everything supernatural that I’ve stumbled on to, time has had no grasp on me. It’s just flown by. What am I going to do for my first Christmas back home?

Sudden sorrow fills me. Christmases were always a big deal at my house. My mom went bananas about decorations and insisted on my dad hanging lights outside. She also took me along to choose the best Christmas tree, and we’d put it up right in the front living room window, all dressed up with tinsel and ornaments for everyone to see.

I was thinking of going to the Mannock today, but after what’s happened, I don’t think it’ll be open and operating tonight. An entire monastery of druids, killed? It saddens me, thinking about fine people like Moira Shea and her friends and family possibly getting hurt. Nobody’ll be in the mood for drinks and merriment. I give Leigh a quick call just to be sure, but I get her answering machine.

I think it’s safe to say I’m on my own today. For now, at least. And perhaps it’s best that I don’t get underfoot.

I can only control so many things in my life. So what can I do right now, this minute? I can preserve a family tradition, at least until I track down Leigh or Cillian or someone and see if I can help, somehow. I’ll pick up a Christmas tree. If I leave it to the last minute, I’ll be stuck with some sad, withered Charlie Brown version. Resolved, I slip on my coat. First order of business today is Operation Christmas.

By the time I’ve gone to a nearby nursery, picked out my tree, and had it delivered to me same-day, it’s nearly four. I don’t see any sign of life in Cillian’s house. After the attack last night, I’d be shocked if he was home. I focus instead on getting everything the way I want it. I pull out Mom and Dad’s old decorations from the boxes marked “Christmas” in the basement. I recognize every ornament I bring out and hang up. Some of them are made of paper, or clay, or glitter, little projects I made for my family as a child that my mom cherished and refused to throw away.

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