Page 58 of The Christmas Trap


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did dad help?

My fingers hovered over the screen as I tried to figure out what to say. I typed out a response, deleted it, tried again.

Me

They came out great. Your dad’s been a huge help.

Technically, it wasn’t a lie. The cookies had turned out perfectly. And their father had helped me. Multiple times, in fact.

Addie

Did y’all watch The Muppet Christmas Carol like I suggested?

Sky

did dad cry during it???

My face heated, and I nearly dropped my phone at the memory of kneeling before Teddy while Scrooge faced a bleak future with the Ghost of Christmas Future on the TV behind me. The way he’d groaned my name and dragged his fingers through my hair. Hardly a story I’d share with my daughters, though I suspected it was exactly what they were after.

Me

He handled it like a champ.

My traitorous brain helpfully supplied the image of Teddy, headtipped back, eyes closed, shuddering with pleasure as I swallowed him down.

Sky

not buying it.

dad’s a secret softie, and nothing will convince me otherwise

Addie

Looks like the storm’s in Minnesota now. How are the roads?

Me

Roads haven’t been plowed yet, and it’s still pretty icy, so looks like we’ll be here through Christmas. How are things with you two?

Addie

Things are good here.

Sky

we’re at the bakery, helping piper make all the things!

she said to tell you hi

can you believe bakers have to be at work when it’s still dark out?

Addie

There’s enough here to feed the entire MC.

Sky

Or dane for a couple of days.