Beyond Christmas (Corrupt Chaos MC #1.5) by Bink Cummings

Author:Bink Cummings [Cummings, Bink]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B019GLJ0UE
Published: 2015-12-16T00:00:00+00:00

Rolling over in bed with my eyes still closed, I pat Lachlan’s spot and come up empty. Where in the world could my man have gone?

I flop onto my back with a tired groan and stretch my muscles as I pry my eyes open. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 8:47 a.m.

Merry Christmas!

It’s December twenty-fifth and my very first Christmas morning with Lachlan, but he’s bailed on me. What a butthead.

Slipping out of bed, I pull on one of Lachlan’s t-shirts before exiting the bedroom, sans pants. The sounds of the house are disconcerting, ‘cause there are none. There’s no rock music blasting from the barn. No doggy feet padding through the house. No Bridget playing girly music in the basement, or watching TV. I knew not to expect her this morning; she went to her mother’s yesterday, and then spent the night at Cas’s with Fawn and her boyfriend. I wasn’t very happy about it. I wanted her home. Lachlan and I might have had a little tiff last night because of it, but that ended up like they always do—me under him, his dick hitting deep so I have no chance to argue. It works like a damn charm. He’s quite the manipulative Scot. Guess he’s lucky I love him. Naw … who am I kidding? I’m the lucky one here.

I glance around the empty living room, then pad into the kitchen. There’s a plate on the table with a note and daisy next to it.

I pluck the note to read first.

Santa has left to run some errands. Took Rudolph along for the ride.

Your to-do list. Please do in order.

1. Turn on the CD player that’s on the counter.

Turning around, I see the little boom box, so I follow these strange instructions and do as I’m told. I press the play button and Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas blares to life. Awe, I love this song.

Smiling and going a little gooey inside, I read what’s next on the list.

2. Go to the fridge to get your breakfast.

Pivoting on my heel, I open the refrigerator. Inside, there’s a tray, and on it a note that says ‘Eat Me’.

I giggle.

Laying my to-do list atop the other note, I remove the tray and carry it to the table. Looks like I’ve got a bowl of Lucky Charms, a cup of milk for the cereal, and a tall glass of lemonade. Always with the lemonade. Lachlan’s too dang cute for his own good.

3. Eat.

Scooting out the chair, I take a seat and indulge in my extravagant Christmas breakfast. He’s not much of a chef, is he?

Once finished, I put the dishes in the sink and read on.

4. Go to the bathroom and do whatever it is you do. But, don’t bloody leave until I’ll Be Home for Christmas starts on the CD player. Then go to our Christmas tree and find the pickle ornament.

Umm … Okay … At first, this was cute. Now, it’s getting a little weird. A pickle

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