“Okay, Miss Coffee Boobs. I can see you shivering with cold, so maybe you should come inside and help me drink this wine. And tell me why you really came all this way.” Wow. I’ve never heard him say so many words all at once. And he’s being friendly and inviting. Too friendly? “I probably shouldn’t drink because I will have to drive back through the storm,” I tell him. “But I wouldn’t object to something warm. Maybe coffee.” “Sure,” he responds. “Hopefully we can get it in your mouth this time.” Oh my gosh. I feel my face turning red. “Wow. Does that Santa suit come with a personality and a
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Miss Coffee Boobs...fitting
