Chapter 5

“I’m yours, hook, line, and proverbial sinker.” Ray pulled something from his pocket—a sprig of mistletoe—and held it over their heads. “What more could you possibly want?”

More. Much more, Cliff wanted to say, but found himself caught between a rock and a branch of holiday mistletoe. He was a goddamn sucker for the holidays.

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Ethan Allen University—December 10

Leland was sitting at his desk, still preoccupied with the past while a stack of semester exams languished in the present.

After their last lovemaking session for the weekend in the small bedroom of Leland’s cottage, Cliff had dressed haphazardly with his tie slightly askew and his shirt somehow caught in the zipper of his leather jacket. He’d been working it back and forth with little success when Leland pulled him into a tight embrace. “Wish you didn’t have to leave.”

“So about next weekend,” Cliff said, his hand reaching down toward his jacket, giving the zipper a few more unsuccessful tugs.