Which, by the way, already has a pending offer on it. Just in time for the fucking holidays.I kick aside the box I was working on and move to the next, looking for the reindeer with the cigarette in his mouth and the snow man who's in the process of giving the middle finger. Ty says these unique treasures were passed down by his grandma, that no Christmas would be complete without them. So I keep searching, hoping I can find them before we start packing to head up to the cabin.We're spending the whole week up there, us Regalis, along with our tagalongs McCabe and Scott. Should be exciting, especially since Zella will be there. God help me, but I want to play matchmaker between her and Noah. I sigh as I think about all the drama that will no doubt unfold within those log walls. It's going to be a real fuck fest.I lean over the box and lick the tip of one of my fingers, dipping it into the bag of powdered sugar I stole from the kitchen. When Ty sees me eating this shit raw, he gets the chills and has to leave the room.
