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“Harry, you bought a cottage.”
“Happy birthday?”
“Seems rather excessive for a birthday gift.”
“Merry Christmas, then.”
Louis took in the cozy home standing before him. Cranberry paint was chipped at the edges of the wreath-clad door. Snow was driving down, melting the moment it touched skin.
He could see smoke puffing up from the chimney.
“There’s a fireplace?” Louis asked, with excitement barely concealed in his voice. Not that they didn’t have fireplaces in their other homes, but this was a fireplace in a cottage. A Birthday/Christmas cottage.
“We’re staying the week. How else will Santa get in?”