The Holidate Season Read Online Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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“Merry Christmas, you big bastard,” Trevor says. “Drop them off here tomorrow. Go home. Sleep for eight hours. And then come get them.”

Zeus wipes his eyes. “That’s not why I brought presents.”

“We know,” I say quickly.

He eyeballs me, then Trevor, then me again. “Trev’s my friend. If you hurt him—”

“You’ll still pick me because I’m the best nanny you’ve ever had?”

Poor Zeus.

He sniffles. Wipes his eyes.

And he nods. “Yeah.”

“That’s really sweet of you to drop off presents,” I tell him. “Thank you.”

“They’re Zeus specials,” he sniffles.

Trevor tries to cover a snort of laughter and fails.

Goodness only knows what we’ll find when we open those presents in the morning.

“Can’t wait,” I tell him.

“The babies even wore out my mom,” he says. “You sure you can handle them for twelve hours?”

Twelve.

Oh, god.

They should’ve called me.

I miss the babies, and I love helping, even if I’ve loved what I’ve been spending my vacation time on even more.

But Trevor doesn’t hesitate. “Gonna call in a few reinforcements to help, but yeah. We’ve got you. We always have time for the Santa Zeus who brought us together.”

He blinks at us again, and then he grins. “Heh. We did, didn’t we? It’s the first quadzeuslet miracle.”

We let him have it.

Even if he wasn’t sleep-deprived, he’d still stay stuff like that.

But if Zeus and Joey hadn’t given me a job, I wouldn’t have found where I belong or had the courage to tell Trevor that I like him.

And after Zeus has had a power nap and we’ve made sure he’s taking an Uber instead of driving himself, Trevor pulls me back into bed and says the same.

“Your job was our Christmas miracle.”

I press my hips against his. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Merry Christmas, Meg.”

“Merry Christmas, Trevor.”

It’s the last thing either of us say for a long time.

Out loud, anyway.

Mostly, we let our bodies do the talking for us.

Trevor’s the best present I’ve ever gotten, and I can’t wait to show him every day for the rest of our lives.

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