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“Okay, what do you suggest?” He was proud of himself for managing an even tone.
“Go out there and tell the guy you want to rub your dicks together.”
“Brock!” Cal yelled, voice strangled. “I’m not going to say that!” Brock huffed. “Fine, just, go get your man, bro. Man up. Tell him you like him.” Cal shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder how we’re related.”

I ❤ Brock.

“So when Dad launches in about baseball,”Cal said. “I swoop in and remind him of my questionable choices regarding traffic violations.” Cal nodded.“Good choice. Nothing gets him more riled than the fact that you don’t drive anymore.”
“And when Sandy starts talking about the neighbor’s sister’s daughter who is so sweet and nice.”
“I comment on the neighbor’s sister’s son’s ass and remind her that I’m gay.”

“Go for it. You need to get laid, because if the last time was when you were with David the Douche, then that’s a really long dry spell.”
“You’re a dick.”
“No, I have a dick. And I use it.”

“Okay. Okay.” Brock turned on his cushion and faced Cal. His expression was as serious as Cal ever really saw it. It softened Cal’s worry that he was about to take advice from someone whose hair looked like he had stuck his finger in an outlet and who had cheese puff dust smeared on his shirt.

Can I quote the entire book?
I love these guys!

“This is Alexandra. She goes by Alex. And that is her twin brother, Alexander, who goes by Xander.”
Oh shit.
Cal’s gaze flickered between the girl, Alex, and the guy, Xander. The musical elf’s name was Xander. Mia thought Cal liked Alex. This… wasn’t good.

Cal had a crush.
At first he refused to admit it, hoping it would go away. So he spent his week doing his usual things: trying not to throttle Mia, hating Christmas music, and cursing the cold and the snow. He managed to ignore the darkened gingerbread house with a determination that surprised him, and convinced himself he was thoroughly over attractive musical elves.

This is so cute.

Cal contemplated suicide by Ping-Pong paddle because Mia drank an energy shot that morning and would not shut up, no matter the task Cal assigned her.

Yep, another Christmas story for me… Don’t judge me, it’s December.