Trusting Trace: Christmas at the Dungeon by Brissay Aimee

Author:Brissay, Aimee [Brissay, Aimee]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Trusting Trace: Christmas at the Dungeon
Publisher: Aimee Brissay
Published: 2018-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

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Robbie balanced the bags in one hand as he struggled to lock the car.

“Fuck.” The first button he pressed had the alarm go off. “Come on.” He pushed the second, and the alarm stopped with an engaging snap. “That’s it.”

He gave the handle a little tug, just to make sure the car was, indeed, locked, before heading inside.

He tailgated an older man going into the building, happy he wouldn’t have to deal with calling the apartment and trying to open the very heavy entrance door while juggling about half a ton of perishables.

The elevator was on the ground floor—Thank God for small miracles—and a minute later he was strolling down the fifth-floor hallway that led to Tony’s apartment. Slapping on a happy face, he used his foot to knock.

“Hey, you’re here!”

“I said I was coming, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but you’ve been in a mood for days, so I wasn’t sure if you’d come or not.”

Robbie jiggled one of the bags. “I was supposed to bring the turkey. Of course I was coming.”

“Good thinking, because I didn’t really have a backup plan.”

Robbie rolled his eyes, and passed by Tony to dump the bags on the kitchen table. “No, don’t worry. I don’t need help. I can do it by myself.”

“Oh, sorry. Here, let me help you.”

They each grabbed a bag and started to unpack.

“What did you do? Buy the whole supermarket? How many people do you think we’re cooking for?” Tony held up two pies. “Apple and pecan pies? Do you think we have enough? I’m sure we can scrounge up the ingredients to make more.”

“Yeah, I know, I got carried away. But everything looked so good, I couldn’t help myself.” Robbie lifted the turkey from the bag and dropped it on the counter.

“Holy hell. What the fuck is that? An ostrich?”

“It was the only one left.”

Tony circled the table to get a better look at the bird. “Do we have a pan big enough to cook it in? Will it even fit in the oven?”

Robbie paused, frowning, holding up a bag of potatoes. “I didn’t think of that.”

They left the groceries and moved to the stove. Tony popped the door open and stared inside.

“I don’t think it will fit.”

They glanced from the oven to the counter and back. When that wasn’t enough to satisfy their curiosity, Robbie went over and collected the bird. They struggled to shove it through the opening. When it wouldn’t go, they turned it, and tried again from a different angle.

“Fuck. Push.”

“I am pushing. It’s not going to fit.”

“And let’s not forget we still need room for the tray too. With all the trimmings, remember?”

“Damn it.” Robbie stopped, shoulders hunching.“Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

Tony lifted the turkey from Robbie’s hands and set it back on the counter. Placing his hand on Robbie’s shoulder, he gave a little caress.

“Hey. Care to tell me what’s going on?”

Robbie shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Come on. Look around you. Two different types of pie, a half-ton of bird, a million potatoes, and I don’t even want to guess what else is in those bags.

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