Chapter 40

Jonathan settled on the couch behind him, so Micah pushed away from the coffee table and sank down beside his friend. “What a year,” he said, raising his glass as if to toast. “What’d your secret Santa give you?”

“You’re drinking it.” Jonathan sipped at his glass of wine for emphasis. “Did you know Ryan used to work for a wine distributor? He said this was always their best seller around the holidays.”

Micah almost choked on his drink. “Wait, he had you?”

A hint of a smile curved around the rim of Jonathan’s glass. “Haven’t you figured out who your Santa was yet?”

“It was a joke.” Micah lay back against the sofa, carefully resting his glass on his leg so he wouldn’t spill it. “It had to be. I mean, why else send me condoms and shit? To get a laugh at my expense—”

“Or to hope you’d use them,” Jonathan offered.

Micah frowned. “Yeah, but who—”

“You never did find out who was wearing those Santa pants, did you?”