Chapter 37

And Brady,he added, catching a glimpse of his coworker’s back as he hurried down the hall to their suite. The guy was nice enough, Micah told himself for what seemed like the hundredth time. Things with Jonathan would never take off, he knew, so at least he had a consolation prize lined up. If Brady didn’t confess to leaving those Santa gifts, Micah would confront him after the two had had a few drinks, and let nature take its course. When Jonathan called it a night, Micah would grudgingly agree to go back to Brady’s place—he had the whole scenario already mapped out. By the time he reached the door to their suite, he had done the deed in his mind and was getting dressed to sneak out as Brady slept off the booze and sex.