We had settled on a time to meet at my office building that evening for the party. It appeared that the universe wanted this December to be a better one for me, so I figured I could make a little effort to be positive. A little.
When I entered the lobby at eight o’clock, I saw Hamish standing at the security desk, wearing jeans that did way too much justice to his ass, and a gaudy sweater with Christmas trees all over it. He had also somehow found the dreaded antlers, which were on his head. His mask was red and green candy stripes. I felt staid in my black jeans, burgundy pullover, and nondescript facemask.
I walked over to where he stood laughing with Lettie Hanson, the security guard who worked the night shift. The mask she wore had reindeer all over it.
“Good evening, Ms. Hanson,” I
