Maxie Duncan Box Set
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I had to smile at that. He knew me too well. I did love it.
“So…Did you manage to stay out of trouble while I was gone?”
I groaned, rolling my eyes. He was never going to let go of the things I had done since coming to L.A., was he?
Oh, well. It wasn’t in my nature to stay out of trouble and he knew it. “Well,” I said, coming clean. “I did do something that should have been a total mistake, but…it turned out it was what Fate wanted all along. So I’m totally off the hook.”
“Okay,” he said, taking that in. “Anything thing else?”
There was something I wanted to know, but I was afraid what Jensen might think if I ask.
“What is it?” he said, seeing the look on my face.
I just needed to spit it out. There was no going back now. “Is Santa real?”
He laughed, a very deep and amused chuckle. “Aren’t you a little old to be asking that?”
See. I knew it. Now, not only was I trouble, I was an idiot on top of it. “No,” I said, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “I mean is he really real?”
He looked at me, a slight smirk on his face. “Would it really be so hard to believe he just might be a Supernatural like you and me?”
I stared at him, my jaw nearly on the floor. No way! Santa was real. He was really real!
Jensen pulled me close to him, his arms circling my back with a familiar weight. “So, Maxie Duncan, was this Christmas everything you hoped for?”
It may have started out crummy, but in the end it was perfect. “Yes. Yes, it is.” I looked around the parking lot, frowning at the balmy night air. “Now if only it would snow.”
He wiggled his eyebrows behind his glasses, smiling like the Cheshire cat. “I think I can help with that.” He looked up above us and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, tiny white flakes swirled around us, making me feel like I was in a snow globe. I gasped in delight. “It’s snowing!”
He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Don’t get too excited. It’s only snowing above the DenMark. And it won’t last long.”
Who cared how long it would last. I had snow. In L.A. This was the best Christmas ever. I pulled Jensen even tighter to me. “Thank you,” I whispered to him.
“Merry Christmas, Maxie,” he whispered back.
I snuggled into his arms as the snowflakes caressed my skin and smiled as I thought I heard sleigh bells in the distance. A very Maxie Christmas to all; and to
all a good night.
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