The downhill slide of the weeks between Thanksgiving and New Year’s seemed to be alternating between too fast and too slow. This was going to be the first Christmas Tristan got to spend with his new husband. Yes, they’d seen each other for a few hours at the end of Christmas Day last year, but their relationship had still been building back then.
What on earth was he going to give Brian for Christmas this year? Maybe a new desk for the office that Brian was slowly constructing on the third floor of their brownstone? Was that too practical?
Tristan walked out of the precinct toward his car. Oh hey, he’d actually gotten off shift only an hour later than expected. That was better than many days. The sun had already set, such was December in New York City. He opened the car door, and got in,
