"Roberts, Nora - The Quinns' Christmas" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

whispers, the commotion of getting the bike back down from the
porch, then stepped inside. "I thought you were cut off from the
cookie supply."

"That was yesterday." Needing to brazen it out, Seth plucked one
out, bit it. "It's after midnight, so it's today."

"Good point."

Ethan strolled in, his big dog behind him, took one look at the
situation and shrugged out of his jacket. "Where's the coffee?"

"Brandy," Phillip corrected, and closed the back door. "That wind
bites. Why aren't you in bed dreaming of sugar plums?"

Since Anna was asleep, Seth's answer was short and crude. He
started to slide away, but Cam was quicker and dropped a heavy
hand on his shoulder. "What's behind your back?"

"Nothing."

"You've been at the presents."
Seth snorted, eyed the distance to the doorway. "No. Shaking boxes
is for girls and babies." Because he'd been caught doing it twice this
week, he shrugged. "I only did it before because Aubrey gets a band
out of it."

"Uh-huh. So what's behind your back?"

"Nothing." Seth started to make his move, but Ethan ambled to the
stove, cutting off that route, then Philip strolled over to get a brandy
snifter out of a cupboard. Boxed in, Seth hunched his shoulders. "It's
nothing. It's no big deal."

"Give it over, kid." Cam crooked a finger, then grunted when Seth
shoved the wooden picture frame into Cam's belly. As Cam's eyes
narrowed, promising retribution, Seth tossed up his chin. "Ever been
hung by your toes over a Yule log?"

"We don't have a Yule log."

"I can get one."

"Look at that," Ethan murmured, sliding a hand over Seth's hair as
the boy bristled. "It's a picture of the house."

"Looks good," Phillip angled it to get a better view of the clever pencil
sketch of the two-story house on the bay.

"Really good."