Chapter 36

“You really okay?” he asked.

“I am. Thanks. Just needed a little support.”

“Anytime…and I mean that.”

“I know you do. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Noah.”

I put the lid on the slow cooker. “Worst case scenario—and highly unlikely—we’ll end up with twenty pounds of meat for two people for Christmas dinner.”

Pocket rubbed against my leg.

“Four people. I love you, too, Big Big. You and Leo are people.”

When I headed upstairs, Pocket followed. Certain my phone on the counter was ringing, I poked my head out of the shower four times.

Nope.

My reindeer boxers felt tight when I put them on afterward. I blamed it on wet skin, rather than all the free goodies I’d crammed down my throat hanging out with Troy at the bakery. No big. I turned up the heat and took them off.

“Wanna open presents, Pocket?”

Some of the people on my route knew I had a cat. Picking out the toy mice wasn’t terribly difficult, especially once Pocket got a whiff of catnip.