Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 172

I don't know who was happier that finals were over: me or the twins. The first day after their last final, we all checked in. I was the last one up, and all the guys had been quiet just to make sure I slept. A few days later, when their grades were posted, Josh ended up with a 3.8 and Jake a 3.9, and we were all thrilled.

Deciding to stay home for Christmas had been a good choice. The guys surprised me with an overnight trip to New York, and they took me to Rockefeller Center to see the big tree. The guys attempted to take me ice skating, but after several falls and me clinging to the side of the rink and refusing to move, they gave up and took me to get hot chocolate instead. When I warmed up again, Patrick suggested a shopping trip, and we searched for stores.

I learned several things about shopping with my guys. It was impossible to distract them when I found something I thought they would like for Christmas. Patrick was scary with a no-limit credit card, and Drew hated crowds. I took pity on him and asked him to come with me to get coffee. The coffee run turned into wandering around people-watching, stopping to get a hot pretzel or roasted nuts. I loved all the food carts, and when we finally met back up with the others, and Patrick had called a car to take us back to the hotel, I was stuffed and more than ready for a nap.

We had gotten home in the late afternoon the following day, and Darren had an early dinner ready for us because the guys wanted to take me to pick out a tree. I was excited because I had no good memories of the holidays. There had never been money for decorations or presents, and I couldn't wait to go.

in amusement as I wandered from tree to tree. I loved them all and didn't know which one to choose. It had snowed recently, dusting all the

Drew, and Mike wanted the blue spruce. It was getting late,

them into the two rooms. Darren had ordered some Christmas ornaments, and the guys also had their boxes, so

paperwork Mr. Johnson needed, we met Dominic, and to say none of my guys were a fan of him

stepped closer to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. He introduced himself to us, and when he shook my hand, holding it a few seconds longer than necessary, I heard more grumbles. I

my best to ignore the display of testosterone and focus on what Dominic had found. Unfortunately, we still did not have a name to go with

hoped he wouldn't. Wait, did I want to know if he had given those orders? I would have to put a pin in that thought for another day. I would enjoy my first