Snuggling deeper into the overstuffed sofa, she watched Santa’s feet emerge from the chimney. He wriggled his girth backward to free himself, displaying an impressive plumber’s crack above the fur-trimmed red suit bottoms before he stood and hiked up his pants. She stifled a giggle, startling him. He spun around, his elbow cracking into her temple... Ashley woke with a panicked gasp as a man tumbled into her bed, knocking his skull against hers and cursing loudly enough to make her realize this was no dream. It was a potential nightmare. She struggled to free herself from under him and fought for breath to scream. “Bloody hell!” he yelled, apparently not lost for breath himself. “What the—?” Ashley answered with a sharp fist to his eye, and he cursed again. The weight lifted from her, and Ashley reached in the dark for the lamp next to her bed only to grasp air. Twisting to her left, she blinked as her eyes adjusted and told her she wasn’t imagining things.
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