Chapter 18

Much the same way he runs all over me,Vic reminded himself. As long as he didn’t actually seethe dog on his bed, he could pretend she hadn’t been sleeping there in the first place.

Matt turned his head slightly, glancing behind Vic at the crumpled Santa suit lying in a heap on the floor. “What’s that?”

“What’s it look like?” Vic stooped to retrieve the suit, picking it up by the hanger and shoving it unceremoniously into the thicket of coats in their closet.

A tease crept into Matt’s voice. “It lookslike someone’s trying to kiss up to his boss.”

“Getting asked to dress up as Santa for Christmas isn’t kissing up,” Vic said. He closed the closet door and leaned back against it, smiling down at his lover and their dog. “Saying yes was kissing up.”

Matt knew Vic wasn’t the type to actually admit to enjoying something as social as a company-sponsored dinner. “You could’ve said no.”