“Seepy,” he murmured as he buried his face into the burn scars against my neck.
“You can go back to sleep,” I said.
He muttered something I couldn’t understand and tossed the blanket over both of our heads.
I chuckled and stopped maneuvering my face around so that I could half-ass see as I made it down the hall toward the loud talking.
The first person I saw happened to be Anders.
“Hey, a little help, kid.”
She reached up to take the blanket off my face, but that was all I got as she continued toward the crowd.
I rolled my eyes as I moved into the room, my eyes automatically searching for Calli as they always did when I knew that she was around.
“There you are,” Calli called. “Come sit down.”
I noticed Gunner beside her, but took the seat anyway.
I hoped that he didn’t tell her about the chips.
I didn’t want everyone to know how desperately far gone that I was for Calli.
I’d heard enough shit from them over the last hour or so to last me a lifetime.
“You want some help there?” Calli asked as I took my seat.
I leaned back in the chair, put my feet up on the ottoman that was directly in front of me, and shook my head. “Nah.”
Her face softened.
The impromptu Christmas was everything as we spent time with the Truth Teller family.
The kids were everywhere—minus the two in my arms—the parents were watching the chaos, and the kids sang Christmas carols at the top of their lungs in the worst pitch I’d ever heard in my life.
“So, Calli,” Gunner started.
“Calliope to you,” I grumbled, glaring hard.
He only grinned for a short second at me before turning back to Calli.
“What?” Calli asked semi-distractedly.
She was busy helping Copper’s boy open a remote control car, so she only gave him half an ear.
“Last week, I walked into the break room where we were at Duncanville High School.”
Calli finally admitted defeat and tossed the toy car at the closest man—Webber.
Webber caught it and pulled his knife out of his pocket before easily cutting the toy car free.
He took over the batteries, causing Copper’s son to toddle toward Webber now, giving Calli free rein to look at Gunner.
Gunner flashed a smile at her. “And you know what he was doing?”
Calli flashed a confused look in my direction before she gave Gunner her full attention. “No, can’t say that I do.”
“He had all these potato chip bags everywhere,” he said. “He had on gloves, and he was pouring all of these chips out onto the table.”
