Season's Schemings (Cyclones Christmas, #1)

by Katie Bailey

My head swivels towards Maddie, who’s currently fishing the ends of her hair out of her drink. She studies the wet strands for a moment, then puts them in her mouth and sucks on them.

LOL

How do I say that I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed up, sprawled out on one side of a California King bed, while my new freaking bride snored softly on the other, a piece of cheese pizza bent over her neck like a scarf?

LOL

And I remember Maddie laughing ‘til she cried when I stole a traffic cone and swore I’d return it later, for our borrowed item.