Chapter 5

There were only three bedrooms in the main house, but there was a guesthouse back behind the gardens that had its own bedroom, fireplace, kitchen, and little breakfast nook. It was there where Connor and I would be staying.

As we turned onto the little cul-de-sac where the house was, I noticed all the homes around ours had been covered in Christmas lights. It was nearing dark already so most of them were lit brightly. Most had reindeer and sleigh lawn ornaments. Nearly every inch of my parents’ home had been decorated with colorful twinkling lights. And on the lawn was a fucking Santa’s Village.

“It looks like the house is made of gingerbread,” Connor said, sounding as excited as a five year old.

I snorted. “Trust me, it’s not. Suzy did say the folks were going to go all out.”

Karl chuckled. “This is nothing. Wait until you see the inside.”