When Vic left for work on Monday, he took the Santa suit with him. It was back in its plastic bag, though he hadn’t bothered to have it cleaned. It wasn’t really dirty and, besides, he didn’t think it was his responsibility to get it dry cleaned. It wasn’t like he volunteered to wear it, or anything.
It was quarter after ten in the morning when he pulled into a spot in the employee parking lot outside the bus garage. As soon as he turned off the engine, though, he glanced at the car in front of his and groaned. Waving at him from behind the steering wheel of an antique El Camino was Kyle Munley.
Vic couldn’t stand Kyle.
It was bad enough the guy was an annoying jerk who laughed at his own jokes. To make matters worse, he’d once dated Matt. Vic’s Matt. If Vic were being completely honest
