Rachel ended up having more than just a bottle of celebration. She added
in music, confetti, and eggnog with a little Jack added in - which happened
to be my personal favorite. Now, after a few shots of Jack Daniels and
enhanced nog, all three of us were laughing and grinning stupidly about.
But I wasn't near drunk enough for Rachel's idea of truly getting into the
Christmas spirit. You see, most people would think caroling, going out to
help the poor, or decorating someone's house, but Rachel, well, Rachel's
idea had to do with traditional mistletoe usage.
Now, when she first brought up the idea, I figured, hey, no big deal. She would hold it up and we would kiss, Scott would roll his eyes and drink a bit more and we'd all end up in a fit of giggles. But after Rachel and I had our kiss of traditionalism, Rachel swaggered over to Scott and held up the mistletoe. He glanced around with a silly grin on his face then gave a drunken shrug and, get this, gave Rachel a pretty wet and sloppy kiss. Now, if I was shocked, Rachel was damn near stunned still when Scott leaned back into his seat with a huge grin on his face. I mean, sure, he was drunk, but I didn't think he was THAT drunk. I guess he was just doing what she had said. He was getting into the Christmas spirit. Yeah, well, Father Christmas never told me that a small twinge of jealously came along with getting into the spirit.
Anyway, after that Rachel was too disorientated to continue with the mistletoe. I think she enjoyed the kiss too much or something. Cause, she flopped down on the couch next to me and with her huge doe eyes she drunkenly slured, "Kat. You have *got* to try that. Boy over there has lips on him like I ain't never felt before. And trust me," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I've been around the block before, you know." She grinned and went into a fit of giggles, "a few times even."
I just smiled and patted her head, "Whatever you say my drunken idiot."
Rachel simply shrugged and gave a grin, "You know, I hear drunk sex is all the rage these days." And of course, she had to move her body towards me and pull me into a rather great kiss.
A rather great kiss that was going to go much farther if I didn't do something. Although, in my half-drunken state, I didn't see myself pulling away any time soon. Maybe ever. At least, not until Rachel pulled away. I looked up, confused and what do you know, there was Scott.
"You know, Kat and I have this agreement," he began to Rachel, "See, we keep our personal intimate lives to ourselves." He straightened up and tried to look serious, pointing his finger at her "And you're breaking that agreement, missy miss."
Of course Rachel just blinked at him, undaunted. "Oh, well. I don't like that agreement." She looked at me for help. I only provided a shrug and a small yawn. Giving an exasperated sigh she shook her head and grabbed the mistletoe again.
My thoughts: "Shit". No, I think they were "Oh shit."
I knew what was coming before Scott did, and I tried to move away, but Rachel grabbed my wrist in a death grip while she slurred to Scott, "What if this personal intimacy became personal for you too. I mean, I hear that threesomes are popular this time of year. And what's better than us?"
Scott nudged Rachel and grinned, "You're funny, you know that?"
By this time I had put my head in my hands. My head was starting to hurt and Rachel was actually going insane. Or maybe she was driving me insane.
"Rachel." I gave a warning.
"Kat shh." She waved me off before turning back to Scott, "Now, seriously Mr. Lips. How'd you like to get in on this action."
Scott rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Hmm. I dunno." There was a bit of silence then he leaned back and spread his arms, "Whatever you do is fine as long as I'm not put in the middle of it. I don't care." Of course, this brought Scott to a fit of chuckles and snickers.
I couldn't believe it. Rachel had finally got to him. Was everyone losing it? I mean, something was going on and no one cared to inform me.
Rachel though, she must have been feeling pretty good, cause next thing I knew she had gotten up and pushed Scott and I together, and was holding the mistletoe above our heads, "Your turn then!" she declared.
Scott's eyes got real big and I'm pretty sure mine were just as wide. I mean, sure, we were drunk, but, even if something would ever have happened, drunk and mistletoe were not how I pictured this. Not that I had pictured anything, but.I mean, well even Rachel was there. I mean.oh god.well, anyway. I glanced up at Rachel who looked as if she was going to smack someone if we didn't just get it over with. So I did what any person influenced by alcohol and Rachel would do, I looked at Scott and shrugged, "Let's just get it over with." He sort of half shrugged and then it happened.
We both leaned closer and, voila. That's all she wrote.
It wasn't anything special. It was just a soft kiss. It lasted maybe three seconds, maybe five or six, or.well anyway. There was no tongue. Which was good. I mean I don't know if I could have handled that. Because, well, damn. Rachel was right. He had a good set of lips on him. And let me tell you something, it wasn't like any kiss I had ever had with anyone, and we all know I've had my fair share of kisses. I still don't' quite get it, but again, let's move on. As suspected, we pulled apart, both not sure of what had just happened and not sure we wanted to remember either. It might have been funny if I was on the outside looking in, because the second we split, we both sighed and took a big drink of eggnog mixed with whiskey.
That kiss turned out to be the end to all soberness in both of us. Also the end to any clear memories, as I recall. Well, okay, the true last thing I recall was Scott and I on the bed. No, we weren't going it at, he had all but passed out and Rachel was asleep, squished up as far on the other side of the bed from Scott as possible. Nothing against Scott, that's just the way she slept even with me. I was just getting into bed as usual when Scott rolled over onto me and said, "I really liked kissing you."
I froze, even in my thick drunkenness, what he said hit some sort of nerve, but I figured I'd chalk it up to everyone going nuts. I tried to push his away from me but he buried his head into my hair, "And did I ever tell you that you smell really good?" he gave a sigh, rubbing his cheeks against the long dark strands. "My Kat. She smells good. Like motor oil and vanilla."
Now, really, I could have been offended, but I figure that motor oil and vanilla for him was like apples or berries for other guys. I was going to say something, but the next moment he dropped his head to my chest and officially passed out.
Last thing I remember thinking was trying to figure out if I was going to kick Rachel's ass, or thank her the next morning.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
This was now the second time that I had woken up feeling as if my head was going to explode. And something was poking me. I was going to kill someone. I was sure. Of course, then I realized what was poking me and I stiffened. Wait, bad choice of words. At some point in the night, Rachel had decided to get a little friendlier and moved so that her front was plastered to my back and currently her hands were on me, in a way that I'm going to chalk up as my wake up call. Now, normally I wouldn't mind such a wake up, I mean, what woman would? But see, some how during the night, I had curled up next to Scott. Currently I was in a comfortable cuddle against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder and let me tell you, that wasn't a banana in his pocket.
But, it's not like we'd never ended up sleeping close to each other before. And yeah, he's a guy and these things happen every morning to him. I knew that and it didn't bother me every other night we slept in the same bed. But, those times he hadn't had his arm sprawled over me and Rachel. At least, if my guess was right, his hand was right on Rachel's ass. Her bare ass, that is, thanks to my brilliant idea of getting her a teddy.
I wasn't sure what to do, I mean, I was in an awkward position, my face was pressed up against Scott, and if I moved, he would wake up, but Rachel was still doing things that I wasn't quite comfortable with while in bed with Scott. I slowly slid my hand to one of hers and gripped her wrist tightly. Please let her be asleep, I thought. She did stuff like this in her sleep all the time. And I would have liked to extricate myself quickly and quietly. Rach would think it was hilarious. I still had to live and work with the guy pressed against my other side. I let Rach's hand go tentatively and it promptly moved again, landing on Scott's hip. Had we not been pressed together so close, I know what it would have gone for. I swear, Rachel has sexual radar or something.
I guess the touch woke Scott because I felt his whole body jerk slightly. Bad move. It was grinding things into me uncomfortably. His eyes opened, blinked a couple of times and then he jerked back from me. Not that he could jerk far. His arm was still stretched out and I realized that Rachel was using it as a pillow too.
Scott looked like a small animal caught in a trap, but he was blushing beet red. I guess the JD hadn't wiped out his memories of the night before either. I wanted to say something, but for once I couldn't think of a single word. The banana still poking me in the thigh wasn't helping either. I tried to discreetly scoot back but I had a sleeping Rachel blocking a graceful move. Scott realized why I was trying to move and his blush turned almost purple.
About this time Rachel's hand took advantage of me not guarding the territory and started working on going back to those pleasant things that it had been doing earlier. Scott glanced away and finally pulled away from Rachel and I completely. "I...um...doughnuts," he muttered, crawling out of bed. Doughnuts? Oh. He had grabbed his keys and some cash. He meant the Dunkin' Donuts. It was like a twenty-minute drive to get there though. Yeah, twenty minutes there, half an hour in line, twenty to get back. Hopefully that would be enough time for Mr. Reese to stop letting the world know he was quite happy with the way we had woken up.
As soon as Scott walked out the door, I spoke up. "How long have you been awake?"
"I don't know. Half hour? Fifteen minutes?" Rachel grinned.
I closed my eyes, "Oh god."
She glanced at where Scott had been then winked, "My God too."
"I can't believe you were doing that," I complained. "Scott was right there."
"If you hadn't been in the way, I would have gotten him in on the fun," she replied, in her best "duh" tone. "You know I'm an equal opportunity kind of girl."
I sat up, cradling my head. My head was pounding, my eyes felt like they were going to explode and Rach had no idea why it was a bad idea for me, her and Scott to have a little romp together. She was trying to tug me back down as it was. "I have something that will help that hangover," she teased.
No way. I was not going to have Scott walk in again. If he did...and after last night. No, no chances were going to be taken on this. Instead I rolled over and whispered a little suggestion in her ear about an interesting idea for some morning sex. She didn't think about it, but I knew it would take much less time that way and there would only be room for two no matter what.
Of course, Rachel being one to never turn down sex, agreed and Lucy was christened. It went rather well, I might add. Lucy was definitely a sex car.
By the time Rachel and I had christened Lucy I figured it was time for me to do little work on Lucy. I mean, the whole point of opening presents the night before Christmas is so you can play with your toys the day of Christmas, right?
I moved off of Rachel and put on my designated work coveralls. By the time I was back outside and had the hood up on the car Rachel had gotten dressed (in her regular clothes, though she was wearing some of her new sexy undies beneath them) and was doing her nails. I was completely shocked when I opened up the hood too. Scott hadn't mentioned this at all.
I would have figured that the engine had been replaced at some point. But that was an original Chevy 454 big block under the hood and it didn't look like it was in too bad of condition. Hell, I might even be able to drive it now. I shivered, imagining putting in the Z06 modifications into this baby. But what if it still had matching numbers? I stood there for a moment, contemplating all of the possibilities. I could restore it back to showroom status. Or I could make it into a work of art. Chop the top just an inch or two, grind the door handles. Custom paint job and enhancements and a whole custom interior. I shivered. I loved my car already. And Scott. And Rachel. And the world was a happy shiny place everywhere.
That's what I was thinking as I started poking into the engine, looking at what else needed to be done. I was so happy the workload was light right now. I would have days and nights to be working on Lucy. Rachel wasn't going to like it, but she wouldn't complain when we were ripping up the road with over 400 horsepower propelling us. Lucy had been through some hard times, but she wasn't a wreck. I was about to try and start her up when the yelling started.
Rachel and I both jumped, Rachel's nail polish spilling down her leg. I started running towards the sound of violent cursing, pulling up short when I realized who it was that was cursing and where it was coming from.
I would have been able to stay hidden around the side of the building had Rachel not plowed into me, knocking me forward. Scott whipped around, his face dark with fury as he looked at me and then back to the Escalade. Stupid! I had let myself get so distracted with Lucy; I didn't even think to move the stupid Escalade.
Spilled coffee and a dropped bag of doughnuts were at Scott's feet as he snarled at me, "Kat, what the hell?"
"Scott, it wasn't my fault," I tried to protest, but he cut me off.
"I sure as hell didn't do it!" he yelled. "You drove it and it came back like this."
"Damn, Scott," Rachel piped up, "It really wasn't her fault. I was there; she drove ten miles under the speed limit. I swear, it was worse than driving with my grandma, and besides, she wouldn't even let me fool around with her at all in it. The other guy hit her."
I blinked and looked at Rachel. She looked so easy and natural, you would have no idea she wasn't telling the truth. "I mean, what could she do, call the cops and trade insurance information? And since we were getting your Christmas present, you really need to chill."
That calmed Scott down somewhat. He had preached many times that we don't take cars that are meant for customers. He took a deep breath and picked up the doughnuts. The coffee was a loss but the bag had kept the doughnuts in. "It's okay," he said, more like he was trying to convince himself. "There's time for you to fix it."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course I was going to fix it." And then a thought occurred to me. "By myself?" I squeaked.
Scott shot me a devilish grin. He wasn't going to help me fix the Escalade and I couldn't get started on Lucy until I got the car for a customer done. "Want a doughnut?" he asked Rachel. "I don't think Kat's going to be coming back in for a while."
Rachel grinned and gave me a quick kiss. "You should have said yes earlier," she whispered. "He would have been so grateful for what we would have done to him, he'd have fixed it on his own." She laughed and then sauntered back into the shack. Scott hadn't heard what Rach said, but he gave me another smile and headed in after her.
I thought about a doughnut break, but I sighed and went into the garage to start getting the painting stuff in order. Scott was right. It was absolute blackmail, but he knew I would put in overtime to get the Escalade started before working on Lucy. Oh well. Lucy had waited years for me to find her. She could wait another day. And as I got everything together and reflected, I had to admit, this was still the best Christmas of my life.
Now, when she first brought up the idea, I figured, hey, no big deal. She would hold it up and we would kiss, Scott would roll his eyes and drink a bit more and we'd all end up in a fit of giggles. But after Rachel and I had our kiss of traditionalism, Rachel swaggered over to Scott and held up the mistletoe. He glanced around with a silly grin on his face then gave a drunken shrug and, get this, gave Rachel a pretty wet and sloppy kiss. Now, if I was shocked, Rachel was damn near stunned still when Scott leaned back into his seat with a huge grin on his face. I mean, sure, he was drunk, but I didn't think he was THAT drunk. I guess he was just doing what she had said. He was getting into the Christmas spirit. Yeah, well, Father Christmas never told me that a small twinge of jealously came along with getting into the spirit.
Anyway, after that Rachel was too disorientated to continue with the mistletoe. I think she enjoyed the kiss too much or something. Cause, she flopped down on the couch next to me and with her huge doe eyes she drunkenly slured, "Kat. You have *got* to try that. Boy over there has lips on him like I ain't never felt before. And trust me," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I've been around the block before, you know." She grinned and went into a fit of giggles, "a few times even."
I just smiled and patted her head, "Whatever you say my drunken idiot."
Rachel simply shrugged and gave a grin, "You know, I hear drunk sex is all the rage these days." And of course, she had to move her body towards me and pull me into a rather great kiss.
A rather great kiss that was going to go much farther if I didn't do something. Although, in my half-drunken state, I didn't see myself pulling away any time soon. Maybe ever. At least, not until Rachel pulled away. I looked up, confused and what do you know, there was Scott.
"You know, Kat and I have this agreement," he began to Rachel, "See, we keep our personal intimate lives to ourselves." He straightened up and tried to look serious, pointing his finger at her "And you're breaking that agreement, missy miss."
Of course Rachel just blinked at him, undaunted. "Oh, well. I don't like that agreement." She looked at me for help. I only provided a shrug and a small yawn. Giving an exasperated sigh she shook her head and grabbed the mistletoe again.
My thoughts: "Shit". No, I think they were "Oh shit."
I knew what was coming before Scott did, and I tried to move away, but Rachel grabbed my wrist in a death grip while she slurred to Scott, "What if this personal intimacy became personal for you too. I mean, I hear that threesomes are popular this time of year. And what's better than us?"
Scott nudged Rachel and grinned, "You're funny, you know that?"
By this time I had put my head in my hands. My head was starting to hurt and Rachel was actually going insane. Or maybe she was driving me insane.
"Rachel." I gave a warning.
"Kat shh." She waved me off before turning back to Scott, "Now, seriously Mr. Lips. How'd you like to get in on this action."
Scott rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Hmm. I dunno." There was a bit of silence then he leaned back and spread his arms, "Whatever you do is fine as long as I'm not put in the middle of it. I don't care." Of course, this brought Scott to a fit of chuckles and snickers.
I couldn't believe it. Rachel had finally got to him. Was everyone losing it? I mean, something was going on and no one cared to inform me.
Rachel though, she must have been feeling pretty good, cause next thing I knew she had gotten up and pushed Scott and I together, and was holding the mistletoe above our heads, "Your turn then!" she declared.
Scott's eyes got real big and I'm pretty sure mine were just as wide. I mean, sure, we were drunk, but, even if something would ever have happened, drunk and mistletoe were not how I pictured this. Not that I had pictured anything, but.I mean, well even Rachel was there. I mean.oh god.well, anyway. I glanced up at Rachel who looked as if she was going to smack someone if we didn't just get it over with. So I did what any person influenced by alcohol and Rachel would do, I looked at Scott and shrugged, "Let's just get it over with." He sort of half shrugged and then it happened.
We both leaned closer and, voila. That's all she wrote.
It wasn't anything special. It was just a soft kiss. It lasted maybe three seconds, maybe five or six, or.well anyway. There was no tongue. Which was good. I mean I don't know if I could have handled that. Because, well, damn. Rachel was right. He had a good set of lips on him. And let me tell you something, it wasn't like any kiss I had ever had with anyone, and we all know I've had my fair share of kisses. I still don't' quite get it, but again, let's move on. As suspected, we pulled apart, both not sure of what had just happened and not sure we wanted to remember either. It might have been funny if I was on the outside looking in, because the second we split, we both sighed and took a big drink of eggnog mixed with whiskey.
That kiss turned out to be the end to all soberness in both of us. Also the end to any clear memories, as I recall. Well, okay, the true last thing I recall was Scott and I on the bed. No, we weren't going it at, he had all but passed out and Rachel was asleep, squished up as far on the other side of the bed from Scott as possible. Nothing against Scott, that's just the way she slept even with me. I was just getting into bed as usual when Scott rolled over onto me and said, "I really liked kissing you."
I froze, even in my thick drunkenness, what he said hit some sort of nerve, but I figured I'd chalk it up to everyone going nuts. I tried to push his away from me but he buried his head into my hair, "And did I ever tell you that you smell really good?" he gave a sigh, rubbing his cheeks against the long dark strands. "My Kat. She smells good. Like motor oil and vanilla."
Now, really, I could have been offended, but I figure that motor oil and vanilla for him was like apples or berries for other guys. I was going to say something, but the next moment he dropped his head to my chest and officially passed out.
Last thing I remember thinking was trying to figure out if I was going to kick Rachel's ass, or thank her the next morning.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
This was now the second time that I had woken up feeling as if my head was going to explode. And something was poking me. I was going to kill someone. I was sure. Of course, then I realized what was poking me and I stiffened. Wait, bad choice of words. At some point in the night, Rachel had decided to get a little friendlier and moved so that her front was plastered to my back and currently her hands were on me, in a way that I'm going to chalk up as my wake up call. Now, normally I wouldn't mind such a wake up, I mean, what woman would? But see, some how during the night, I had curled up next to Scott. Currently I was in a comfortable cuddle against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder and let me tell you, that wasn't a banana in his pocket.
But, it's not like we'd never ended up sleeping close to each other before. And yeah, he's a guy and these things happen every morning to him. I knew that and it didn't bother me every other night we slept in the same bed. But, those times he hadn't had his arm sprawled over me and Rachel. At least, if my guess was right, his hand was right on Rachel's ass. Her bare ass, that is, thanks to my brilliant idea of getting her a teddy.
I wasn't sure what to do, I mean, I was in an awkward position, my face was pressed up against Scott, and if I moved, he would wake up, but Rachel was still doing things that I wasn't quite comfortable with while in bed with Scott. I slowly slid my hand to one of hers and gripped her wrist tightly. Please let her be asleep, I thought. She did stuff like this in her sleep all the time. And I would have liked to extricate myself quickly and quietly. Rach would think it was hilarious. I still had to live and work with the guy pressed against my other side. I let Rach's hand go tentatively and it promptly moved again, landing on Scott's hip. Had we not been pressed together so close, I know what it would have gone for. I swear, Rachel has sexual radar or something.
I guess the touch woke Scott because I felt his whole body jerk slightly. Bad move. It was grinding things into me uncomfortably. His eyes opened, blinked a couple of times and then he jerked back from me. Not that he could jerk far. His arm was still stretched out and I realized that Rachel was using it as a pillow too.
Scott looked like a small animal caught in a trap, but he was blushing beet red. I guess the JD hadn't wiped out his memories of the night before either. I wanted to say something, but for once I couldn't think of a single word. The banana still poking me in the thigh wasn't helping either. I tried to discreetly scoot back but I had a sleeping Rachel blocking a graceful move. Scott realized why I was trying to move and his blush turned almost purple.
About this time Rachel's hand took advantage of me not guarding the territory and started working on going back to those pleasant things that it had been doing earlier. Scott glanced away and finally pulled away from Rachel and I completely. "I...um...doughnuts," he muttered, crawling out of bed. Doughnuts? Oh. He had grabbed his keys and some cash. He meant the Dunkin' Donuts. It was like a twenty-minute drive to get there though. Yeah, twenty minutes there, half an hour in line, twenty to get back. Hopefully that would be enough time for Mr. Reese to stop letting the world know he was quite happy with the way we had woken up.
As soon as Scott walked out the door, I spoke up. "How long have you been awake?"
"I don't know. Half hour? Fifteen minutes?" Rachel grinned.
I closed my eyes, "Oh god."
She glanced at where Scott had been then winked, "My God too."
"I can't believe you were doing that," I complained. "Scott was right there."
"If you hadn't been in the way, I would have gotten him in on the fun," she replied, in her best "duh" tone. "You know I'm an equal opportunity kind of girl."
I sat up, cradling my head. My head was pounding, my eyes felt like they were going to explode and Rach had no idea why it was a bad idea for me, her and Scott to have a little romp together. She was trying to tug me back down as it was. "I have something that will help that hangover," she teased.
No way. I was not going to have Scott walk in again. If he did...and after last night. No, no chances were going to be taken on this. Instead I rolled over and whispered a little suggestion in her ear about an interesting idea for some morning sex. She didn't think about it, but I knew it would take much less time that way and there would only be room for two no matter what.
Of course, Rachel being one to never turn down sex, agreed and Lucy was christened. It went rather well, I might add. Lucy was definitely a sex car.
By the time Rachel and I had christened Lucy I figured it was time for me to do little work on Lucy. I mean, the whole point of opening presents the night before Christmas is so you can play with your toys the day of Christmas, right?
I moved off of Rachel and put on my designated work coveralls. By the time I was back outside and had the hood up on the car Rachel had gotten dressed (in her regular clothes, though she was wearing some of her new sexy undies beneath them) and was doing her nails. I was completely shocked when I opened up the hood too. Scott hadn't mentioned this at all.
I would have figured that the engine had been replaced at some point. But that was an original Chevy 454 big block under the hood and it didn't look like it was in too bad of condition. Hell, I might even be able to drive it now. I shivered, imagining putting in the Z06 modifications into this baby. But what if it still had matching numbers? I stood there for a moment, contemplating all of the possibilities. I could restore it back to showroom status. Or I could make it into a work of art. Chop the top just an inch or two, grind the door handles. Custom paint job and enhancements and a whole custom interior. I shivered. I loved my car already. And Scott. And Rachel. And the world was a happy shiny place everywhere.
That's what I was thinking as I started poking into the engine, looking at what else needed to be done. I was so happy the workload was light right now. I would have days and nights to be working on Lucy. Rachel wasn't going to like it, but she wouldn't complain when we were ripping up the road with over 400 horsepower propelling us. Lucy had been through some hard times, but she wasn't a wreck. I was about to try and start her up when the yelling started.
Rachel and I both jumped, Rachel's nail polish spilling down her leg. I started running towards the sound of violent cursing, pulling up short when I realized who it was that was cursing and where it was coming from.
I would have been able to stay hidden around the side of the building had Rachel not plowed into me, knocking me forward. Scott whipped around, his face dark with fury as he looked at me and then back to the Escalade. Stupid! I had let myself get so distracted with Lucy; I didn't even think to move the stupid Escalade.
Spilled coffee and a dropped bag of doughnuts were at Scott's feet as he snarled at me, "Kat, what the hell?"
"Scott, it wasn't my fault," I tried to protest, but he cut me off.
"I sure as hell didn't do it!" he yelled. "You drove it and it came back like this."
"Damn, Scott," Rachel piped up, "It really wasn't her fault. I was there; she drove ten miles under the speed limit. I swear, it was worse than driving with my grandma, and besides, she wouldn't even let me fool around with her at all in it. The other guy hit her."
I blinked and looked at Rachel. She looked so easy and natural, you would have no idea she wasn't telling the truth. "I mean, what could she do, call the cops and trade insurance information? And since we were getting your Christmas present, you really need to chill."
That calmed Scott down somewhat. He had preached many times that we don't take cars that are meant for customers. He took a deep breath and picked up the doughnuts. The coffee was a loss but the bag had kept the doughnuts in. "It's okay," he said, more like he was trying to convince himself. "There's time for you to fix it."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course I was going to fix it." And then a thought occurred to me. "By myself?" I squeaked.
Scott shot me a devilish grin. He wasn't going to help me fix the Escalade and I couldn't get started on Lucy until I got the car for a customer done. "Want a doughnut?" he asked Rachel. "I don't think Kat's going to be coming back in for a while."
Rachel grinned and gave me a quick kiss. "You should have said yes earlier," she whispered. "He would have been so grateful for what we would have done to him, he'd have fixed it on his own." She laughed and then sauntered back into the shack. Scott hadn't heard what Rach said, but he gave me another smile and headed in after her.
I thought about a doughnut break, but I sighed and went into the garage to start getting the painting stuff in order. Scott was right. It was absolute blackmail, but he knew I would put in overtime to get the Escalade started before working on Lucy. Oh well. Lucy had waited years for me to find her. She could wait another day. And as I got everything together and reflected, I had to admit, this was still the best Christmas of my life.