A Christmas Bet
Peter and Anna tease each other in public.Chapter One Peter Balls deep inside of a random chick—that’s where I was supposed to be, not microwaving pizza bites and hanging mistletoe around my dad’s office. “I appreciate your help, Peter.” My dad gripped my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I know you had plans in Vegas.” “It’s okay.” I’d rather be gripping a ponytail and grunting, but Dad needed me. He sighed. His caramel skin, usually smooth and youthful,...