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“Frost… you got run over by… Rayne?” The doctor’s lips twitched with amusement. “You got run over by a Rayne Dear?”
No, they were both better—grown men now, rather than the boys I’d known—and I needed to check out of this conversation before my hormones shook off the shock-therapy of being back in Northland to get onboard an entirely different kind of Pole-r Express.
the things that happened to you—” “Happened thirteen years ago, Frost. Thirteen years. Nearly half our lives. Trust me when I say I’ve done my time in therapy, I’ve made my peace with who I am now. Don’t take that away from me just because it’s news to you.”
“Oh,” Nick murmured. “That was Frost flirting? Fucking weird but alright, who am I to judge?”
“How do you want me, Saint Nick? Are you going to use me like a good little ho, ho, ho?”
Who the fuck needed three wise men when you could have three well-hung ones instead? Merry Christmas to me, indeed.
