Rafe had been given Armani socks, Simon, a crushingly expensive box of
cigars. Rhonda had been all smiles when she'd seen her spa day
certificate; Henri had immediately put on his vintage Hawaiian shirt.
Blair had wheedled, cajoled, called in every favor he had owing and
some he didn't, and gotten exactly what he wanted only when he'd given
in and descended to outright bribery.
Jim's name in the Secret Santa draw. Guaranteed, as no matter who drew
Jim, they'd promised to hand the ticket over to Blair who really wanted
to give Jim something special this year.
Of course, now he had no money left to buy Jim a present with…and when
he drew Jim's name himself, he wished he hadn't been quite so
pessimistic about his chances of beating the odds…
It didn't matter, though.
When Jim woke to find Blair in his bed on Christmas morning wearing
nothing but an anxious smile and a strategically placed sprig of
mistletoe, it turned out that it was just what he'd always wanted.
How about that for a festive miracle?
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