Holiday Escort: A Christmas Novella - Plot & Excerpts
Madison, and I are in the basement. It’s set up somewhat like a man cave. A pool table is in the far left corner, a dartboard on the wall across from the door, and Carolina Panthers décor on almost every wall. There’s even a Carolina Panthers’ blanket on the top of one of the white, reclining sofas. A flat-screen television is built into the north wall, a black-granite counter bar to my right. Damn. This is one spiffy-ass man basement. A hand claps my shoulder and Stanley steps to my side. “Nice right?” he cheeses as he looks around. “Helped the Pops set it up and everything.” “Carolina Panthers?” I ask with an inclined brow. “Hell yeah, man! We’ve been fans for a long time! When I was little I loved the colors, but Dad loves the team because his college roommate used to be a defensive coach.” “Really?”
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