“Wait!” she cried, stomach flipping at his words. She would never, ever allow Jacob to be accosted by this nightmare creature, not this one or any other, would lay down her very life to prevent it. . . . But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be interested in this Naughty List. Aubrey thought she might like a permanent entry, preferably near the top. She fished a business card from the bag on the back of the chair, and gave the Krampus a somewhat sheepish smile. “Why don’t you call me sometime. There’s, uh, no reason to wait until next Christmas to do that again.”
