An Australian Christmas In New York - Plot & Excerpts
The room always seemed filled as soon as he entered it, not so much because of his size but because of his natural boisterousness. He stared at Chuck lying on the couch, his brow furrowed in a mixture of displeasure and disbelief. “I don’t believe it!” he cried. “It’s colder in here than it is out there, and that’s saying something!” Chuck grinned and closed his book. “I think the heat’s on the fritz again.” “Again?” Vince demanded. “Name me a time when the damn thing’s actually worked.” “We’re paying for the view more than the utilities,” Chuck said, an oft-repeated mantra that hoped to justify their extravagant rent. “Then we got shafted.” “Aww, come here and get warm.” Chuck lifted a corner of the blanket he was burrowed under and indicated that Vince should crawl in with him. It didn’t take much to persuade Vince. He kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket across the room before running over and tackling Chuck, pushing him further into the couch.
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