Chapter 8
It had taken a lot of persuasion, but my mother agreed to let me host Christmas. She still brought way too much food, but the presents were stacked underneath our tree, and Nina and Quinn were ecstatic to have their grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins crammed into our house.
I hadn’t gotten a solid answer on whether Emmett would show up. He was good at misdirection. In fact, the last time I’d asked—the day before—he’d led the conversation into some of the hottest phone s*x I’d ever had. I didn’t want to pressure him further, and I was too c*m-dumb to even think about it. But if he did show up, I wanted the celebration to be here, where he was at least a little comfortable. I was fairly certain he wouldn’t even consider it if we’d gathered at my parents’ house.
The doorbel
