They stayed after hours at the WBIS, first setting up the larger tree in the doctors’ lounge, then tacking up the pine garlands. With that done, they began stringing the icicle lights along the corridor.
“This is going to make Medical the most festive department in the entire WBIS.” Max was pleased with the results and was glad Smitty had persuaded him to decorate.
Smitty came up behind Max, wrapped his arms around him, and nuzzled a path up the side of his neck. “It will. Foreign Affairs is going to be seriously pissed off.”
“It’s Christmas, Smitty,” Max chided, leaning back and enjoying the sensual feel of it. Foreign Affairs was Charles’s department, and although Smitty was smart enough not to say anything bad about Charles in Max’s presence, Max knew there was no love lost between t
