Chapter 5
“Hey, Dylan.”
“Hey, Aaron. It’s Saturday.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Why are you here?”
“I can’t come and see you?”
“Of course you can. It’s just…I mean, I’ve never seen you on a Saturday.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“True.”
“Any delivery yet?”
“From my secret admirer?”
“No, from Santa Claus,” Aaron deadpanned.
“Ha ha! Very funny. And the answer is no.”
“Not yet, you mean.”
“You think?”
“It makes sense. It’s a pattern. Twelve days of Christmas and all that jazz.”
“I guess so. I have done a little research online.”
“And?” Aaron prodded.
“It should be seven swimming swans today.”
“Good job.”
Dylan glared playfully at the other man. “Honestly, I can’t wait to see what the gift will be.”
“Why?”
“My secret admirer has been quite imaginative so far.”
“That’s t
