CHAPTER ELEVEN
IT WAS THE Monday before Christmas, and Caiden started playing holiday music bright and early. Actually, it was more early than bright, as the sun had not even bothered to wake up yet. Luckily for Susanna, she was already awake and tending to Brandon’s clothes, as well as breakfast for the three of them. Being back in her normal routine had a peaceful, calming effect on her, especially now with the pressure of keeping it all a secret no longer necessary. She owed Santa extra cookies on Christmas Eve, and some spiked eggnog, instead of milk.
Once they finished breakfast, Brandon gave her a peck on the cheek and a swat on the ass. “I’ll see you when I get home,” he said. “You’re working today, right?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied as she started stacking the dishes by the sink. “
