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pouring in the living room. Wrath’s sprawled out on the other couch sound asleep. Everything aches, but at least my stomach seems calmer. Probably ‘cause there’s nothing left in it. My head’s pounding, so I swipe the half empty bottle of ginger ale off the table and suck some of it down.
    Now that the worst is over, I need to crawl into my own bed. I feel bad leaving Wrath out here alone, after he took such good care of me, but I think he’ll understand. I drape one of the blankets over him and he doesn’t stir. It blows my mind that he was up all night taking care of me. I want to lean over and kiss his cheek, but I’m afraid of waking him. At least that’s what I tell myself.
    Even sick, I have to stop and admire him. In sleep, he looks almost angelic. You’d never guess what a scary jerk he can be when he’s awake. It’s nice to see this side of him again.
    It’s been awhile.
     
    ***
    Naturally, Trinity is gone when I wake up.
    I see she took the bag of stuff I brought her, though, so that’s good.
    Still, I’d like to know if she’s okay.
    As I wander down the hall, I wonder if she noticed the mistletoe I left for her.
    Probably not.
    I hesitate before knocking, because I shouldn’t be waking her up. Then I hear her shower running.
    Now I’m thinking about her naked.
    Great.
    When the shower turns off, I finally knock.
    She answers in flannel pajamas and a towel on her head.
    Her skin is still sickly pale, and she’s got deep circles under her eyes. She’s still so stinkin’ cute.
    “You okay?”
    “Meh. I don’t feel like puking any more. But I still feel like shit. Thanks for the stuff you got for me, I know it was probably a pain in the ass to find someplace open…”
    “Trin, it’s no big deal.”
    “I’ll get breakfast—”
    “No you won’t. You’re going to rest. Your only options today are couch or your bedroom.” My bedroom would also be a fine choice, but I leave it out. “I catch you in the kitchen, I’m gonna spank your ass.”
    Her eyes widen, shocked. I’m a little shocked myself. Because I actually mean it.
    “Take a sick day, Trin. We’ll survive.”
    She nods.
    I point to the mistletoe hanging in her doorway. “Look up.”
    A soft giggle that gets me thinking all sorts of inappropriate things comes out of her.
    “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
    I hate what she’s implying and it’s on the tip of my tongue to respond with something nasty. But I really don’t want to fight with Trinity today.
    Instead, I lean over and kiss her forehead.
    “Merry Christmas. Now get some rest.”
     

 
     
     

 
    I shouldn’t be going to visit Lilly.
    Not tonight.
    Not on Christmas Eve.
    I know she comes from a big, tight-knit Russian-Italian family, so she’s probably not even home.
    It’s fuckin’ stupid for me to drive all the way up to see her. Especially if I just want to get laid.
    I can do that back at the clubhouse.
    Until half an hour ago I’d been at my own awkward family dinner. My blood family, not the MC. Tricky business navigating the minefield of family relations around the holidays. Eventually people drank too much and started listing all the ways you’ve disappointed them with the way you’re living your life. I’d managed to stay until a physical unease built up so strong, it pushed me out the door.
    Way too fucking cold to ride my bike, I’m trapped in my black truck, racing up the Northway.
    To see a girl who may not want to see me. Who fuck, may not even be home. Or even worse, if she is home, may have some other guy over.
    I do not like that idea.
    At all.
    I blame Rock for my predicament. My MC president and one of my best friends. I’d never have met Lilly if he wasn’t so damn obsessed with Lilly’s friend—his former lawyer—Hope. Sweet as they come, Hope is the last woman you’d expect to find dating an MC prez. Sometimes it shocks me she’s managed to stay friends with Lilly for so long. All class and beauty on the