At only eighteen years old and with nothing but a string of broken hearts and unpaid parking tickets to her name, Adeline Mackintosh was the baby of the family. She was also the one to be reckoned with. As such, it was in the interest of all to tell Addy who was coming to the Christmas celebration ahead of time, unless one wanted to be the guest star in a dramatic movie unfurled on Christmas Day. Cameron lifted a brow at his seated sister and restated, “I invited a guest over for Christmas.” “A guest? But it’s only for family. You didn’t invite one of those old stiffs you work with, did you? That’s why you have the Christmas Eve party, to appease the old stiffs and the whor—erm, other guests.” He shook his head. “It’s another kind of guest.” “Oh.” Adeline seemed relieved for all of five seconds before she tensed, blue eyes flashing at him, and asked, “A female kind of guest?” “Yes.” “Cammy!” He cringed at the name she’d happily given him when she was a baby and refused to give up now that she was, at least age-wise, an adult.
