A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) by Kathryn Kelly, Swish Design, Editing Read Free Book Online

her name.”  
    “Even Meggie?” Megan glared at Kendall. “I didn’t make Christopher put the house in my name. He did that on his own because he loves me. I still consider it our house.”  
    “Now now, no need for your inner brat to reveal itself.” Kendall leaned back and rested her hands on her belly. “We all know you think about me all the time and take my advice more than you admit. Right? I mean look at how you’ve handled your money. Exactly as I would’ve advised you. Furthermore, you haven’t been kind to me since Halloween and I want to know why.”  
    What the fuck did one fucking subject have to do with the other?  
    Apparently Megan under-fucking-stood because a dark look crossed her face. “I haven’t been anything, Kendall,” she replied. “This is the first I’ve seen you since then.”  
    Before Christopher did something he fucking regretted with the bitch on a sudden rampage, he got to his feet. “That’s my fuckin’ cue to get my girl and my kids and get the fuck gone.”  
    “You’re letting him dictate to you like that? You’d abandon me and our conversation?”  
    “No, Kendall,” Megan said on a sigh. “I’m not abandoning you, but I am annoyed with you. You and I both know you have the solution to be better. Because you did. For over a year. Then, against your doctor’s wishes, against everyone’s wishes, you stopped your medicine and revert back to the woman you were. You didn’t even like that woman. I’m here for you. I’m your friend. Your sister-in-law. As both, I’m telling you you’re not doing yourself or any of us a favor by thumbing your nose at the means to help yourself.”  
    Well, fucking, well, well. Megan had finally lost her fucking shit with Johnnie’s bitch.  
    This had to be the sweetest fucking moment of the year for Christopher.  
    Kendall burst into tears and jumped to her feet, which, in turn, made Megan’s face crumple.  
    “Bunny, bring the kids when you come home,” Christopher instructed, going to Megan and sweeping her into his arms, gritting his teeth at the sound of Kendall’s loud sobs and Johnnie’s soothing tone.  
    As Christopher started toward the door, Megan opened her mouth.  
    “Kendall, I’m—”  
    “Don’t fuckin’ do it, baby,” Christopher interrupted. “Don’t fuckin’ apologize to her. Every fuckin’ thing you said to that bitch was fuckin’ right.”  
    Instead of giving Megan a chance to apologize anyway, he hurried out of the room, hoping Bunny decided to stay behind another couple of hours.  
     
     
     
    “I shouldn’t have blown up at Kendall like that,” Meggie said with regret as Christopher carried her through their front door, where a huge autumn wreath hung.  
    A family of Pilgrims greeted them in the foyer. As usual, Christopher glared at the fiberglass people and Meggie poked him. Grunting, he continued down the hall and to the staircase. All the way up, garlands of fall leaves decorated the banisters. At the second floor landing, ceramic turkeys stood. The smallest had recently been rescued from the toilet in the hallway bathroom, after CJ dumped it and tried to flush. He thought the overflowing water hilarious.  
    Meggie shook her head. Christopher had laughed, but he wasn’t quite as amused.  
    When Christopher reached the third floor, Meggie rested her head on her husband’s chest, inhaling his scent—alcohol, smoke, cologne, and him . She nuzzled his neck and he set her on her feet, keeping his hands at her waist to steady her.  
    Her palms flat on his chest, Meggie stood on her tiptoes, sighing when Christopher slanted his mouth over hers for a heated kiss. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he backed her against a wall, tweaking her sensitive nipples.  
    “Bedroom down the fuckin’ hall, baby,” he whispered between kisses as he slid her jeans and panties down. “Can’t wait that fuckin’ long for dick, huh?”  
    She stepped out of her