Adam and Garth had barely taken a couple of steps before Garth came face to upper chest with a wall of blue uniform.
Garth looked up and gulped. “They didn’t have to call you. We’re leaving.”
“I wasn’t called,” Mr. Mountain of Muscle rumbled. “I was just passing when I saw the, uh, commotion.”
“He,” Adam turned around and shot Santa a death glare, “said my daddy was a de…degeneration.”
“A what?” The security guard squatted until he was eye-level with Adam.
“I asked Santa to send a new boyfriend for daddy ’cause Uncle Jerry was mean and nasty and—”
“Adam!” Garth warned softly and closed his eyes. This wasn’t happening.
“And Santa said some mean things, so I kicked him in the nuts.”
“Adam!” Garth said louder, his eyes shooting open. Where had he learned that word!
The security guard
