Christmas Eve. Abby stared at the pile of paperwork she needed to fill out and let out a huge groan. The very last thing she wanted to do was fill out paperwork on Christmas Eve of all days.

“Abby, get in here!” she heard her father thunder.

Okay, make that the second-to-last thing she wanted to do on Christmas Eve. The very last thing she wanted to do was get her ass chewed by her father.

She worked her way over to his office and stood in the doorway. “Yes, Father?” she asked, her tone dripping with artificial sweetness. He glared at her. Obviously, her sense of humor was not going to be appreciated today, no matter what day of the year it was.

“Why on God’s green earth is there a dog in my jail? I can smell the mangy mutt from here!&rdq...

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