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Sending the Christmas hating Grinch to Vogue Magazine’s Prettiest Place for Christmas was one thing. But this was a hundred times worse for me, because there was only one orphanage in Northland… and it was the one I’d grown up in. Fuck that. No way in hell I’ll be going home for Christmas. Not this year, not any year.
“Frost… you got run over by… Rayne?” The doctor’s lips twitched with amusement. “You got run over by a Rayne Dear?”
A girl never forgot her first love, and in my case, I had three. That shit stuck on the mind and soul for eternity.
“I could nut punch you and feel good about it.”
“Oh,” Nick murmured. “That was Frost flirting? Fucking weird but alright, who am I to judge?”
