SLOAN
It takes a special kind of miserable asshole to ruin Christmas and an even worse one to make one person come into the office all week to stare at a wall.
I had always wanted to love Christmas but didn’t dare growing up. I learned too young not to set myself up for disappointment. But the main area of the packhouse was practically magic on Christmas day. Missy had been on her way to my room with one of those ugly sweaters that people love so much when I ran into her. I let my guard down, thinking that Valen would be gone until the party and that I could relax until he returned. I took the sweater and her cheer, letting myself get swept up in it.
He just had to ruin it all, though. Why simply looking at the beautiful tree in the foyer had set him off, I couldn’t imagine. I had been
