Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“It’s not funny.”
“I know, Little Rebel. Come on. You’re just feeling a bit emotional at the moment, aren’t you?”
“I guess so. I don’t know why.”
“It’s because you’ve been watching those sad movies.” He frowned. “I think we need to put a stop to that.”
“Those movies are not sad. They’re romantic.”
“They make you cry. That’s not acceptable.” He’d come home late the other night to find her crying while watching one of the movies. She couldn’t help it. But Duke hadn’t been very impressed. And he’d banned her from watching that movie again.
“No more sad movies. Which one was it last week? That one where the dog died?”
“Oh my God! Please don’t remind me. No movie should ever have a dog dying or a cat. Or any animal. Unless it’s one of those horror movies where there’s a killer chihuahua on the loose or something like that.”
“I think we’re safe since I’m pretty sure there are no movies with a killer chihuahua,” he said dryly.
“You think I’m being silly, don’t you?”
“Nope,” he told her firmly. “I think you’re my gorgeous, beautiful, sweet Sunny. And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
Aww. Wasn’t he just the sweetest?
“Come on, Daddy! Let’s get this sucker in the truck and head home. We’ve got some decorating to do!”
She loved Christmas. It was the most magical time in the world when wishes really could come true.
And this year, she knew just which wish she would make.
2
FOX, PUP, AND BUNNY
7th December
“I think I’m going to become a matchmaker.”
Autumn glanced over at Brody to see his reaction to the Fox’s statement. The Fox was sitting in the middle of the sofa. His arms lay out across the top while she and Brody were curled into each side of him.
They’d just finished watching her favorite Christmas movie, Love Actually.
They’d each chosen a Christmas movie. First, they’d watched Brody’s pick. Home Alone.
Good choice.
The Fox’s movie was up next. Lord only knew what he’d choose. One thing she knew for sure, life with him wasn’t predictable. And it wasn’t boring. Sometimes, it was downright crazy.
But in the midst of it all, she and Brody were always . . . always safe.
And they were loved.
Sure, some people might think they were nuts. They lived with an assassin. A semi-retired assassin who decided several years ago to only choose jobs where he got to take out bad guys.
But still . . . there was no morally gray area with him. It was all kind of black.
However, she loved him. She loved Brody.
And they both loved her.
So screw what anyone else thought. This was her life. And she’d chosen to live it with the two men who meant everything to her.
“Um, what?” Brody sat up and adjusted his glasses as he stared at the Fox. As usual, his hair was messy, and he’d needed a haircut about six weeks ago. There was a stain on his T-shirt, which stated that: Nerds Do It Better.
They sure did.
The stain was probably butter from the popcorn he’d made earlier. Or it could be ketchup from when they’d had hot dogs for dinner.
“I think I’ll become a matchmaker. You know, like one of those matchmaking elves.”
Autumn gave Brody a questioning look. Her sexy computer genius shrugged.
“Matchmaking elves? Daddy, I’m not sure there is such a thing,” she ventured.
“I’m sure there is,” he said confidently.
That was her Fox. Her Daddy. Always confident. Always in charge.
Just the way she liked him.
Loved him.
“Isn’t it Cupid who matchmakes?” Brody mused, hiding a yawn behind his hand.
She was worried about her Brody-bear. He looked so tired, even more so with the dark marks under his eyes. He was working long hours. A lot of the time, he worked from home. But lately, he’d been going into Callahan Security to work. They had some things going on that he said he needed to work on there as it was better equipped.
Maybe you’re distracting him too much.
Perhaps. Or it could be the Fox. He tended to be very distracting. But she hoped Brody would tell her if she’d been bothering him while he worked, she hoped he’d tell her.
Although he’d probably worry about hurting her feelings.
Drat.
She hoped whatever he had going on at work eased soon. She wasn’t sure if the Fox had noticed how tired Brody was . . . though he probably had, not much got by him. However, he wasn’t always in tune with others’ emotions and feelings.
Still, she knew the Fox wouldn’t put up with this for much longer.
“Cupid!” the Fox said, sounding insulted. “Are you likening me to that chubby child with wings and a bow and arrow? Really, who would give a child a bow and arrow?”
“Um,” she said hesitantly. To be honest, she thought if anyone would give a kid a bow and arrow, it would be the Fox.