Chapter 1

Santa’s Favorite Ho.

-T-shirt

Soren

“What the hell are you doing?”

I looked at my brother.

“Getting ready to go deliver some packages. Why? Are you bitching about the help I’m giving you again?” I wondered.

Johan tilted his head. “I asked for help one time. Per’s been back a week now, and yet you’re still doing his route… why?”

I didn’t really want to tell him why.

In fact, I didn’t have to explain shit to him.

I owned a quarter of this company, I sure as hell could do the damn delivery side of it if I freakin’ wanted to!

“Because Soren’s got a crush on a girl on my delivery route at the crossroads of 443 and 556,” Per announced as he came up behind me.

“How do you know?” Mikael asked as he came up behind us, also dressed in his delivery uniform.

Mikael and Per were young yet. When they’d asked to join in on my and Johan’s adventure a couple of months ago, we’d given them the go-ahead as long as they learned about the company from the ground up like Johan and I had.

When Johan, my twin, and I had started working for Parsons Parcel when we were sixteen, neither one of us had really thought we’d make it our living when we were adults.

In fact, I’d gone on to become a doctor, Johan had gone on to become a psychiatrist.

Yet we were still both entering into this business venture more than we thought we would when we’d signed on that dotted line to buy PP, Inc—yes, that’s really the name.

We’d thought we’d be able to navigate the business from afar.

But the moment that we bought the place, we realized just what, exactly, PP was.

In. Fucking. Trouble.

Meaning that my brother and I had been working a hell of a lot of overtime while we also worked at our regular jobs.

In fact, I’d just come off a twenty-four-hour shift at the hospital.

The last thing I really should be doing was delivering a shit ton of packages during peak Christmas shopping season on three hours of sleep.

But… I wanted to see her.

“Because I followed him. His tracker showed him stopped at a certain house for over twenty minutes last time he delivered for me,” Per admitted. “So I got curious and made sure to accidentally keep a package that was meant for her from him and delivered it the next day. Cute little redhead that has eyes that are the color of grass.”

All eyes turned to me.

“She has a dog,” I hedged. “He’s really cute.”

“Sure, the dog is cute.” Johan rolled his eyes. “Go do your shift, weirdo. And try not to stay there too long. Otherwise, I’ll show up and see what’s keeping you.”

The thing was, he totally would.

“Whatever,” I grumbled, a nervous anticipation starting to course through me at the idea of seeing my favorite delivery location chick again.

Which made me roll my eyes as soon as I got into the obnoxious orange delivery truck.

I was a thirty-five-year-old man. I was an emergency room doctor. I was six-foot-three, could deadlift five hundred pounds, and I could run circles around every single person at my CrossFit gym.

The only thing was, a little woman that I couldn’t even work up the courage to ask her name, was making me so nervous and giddy that I could barely contain my excitement.

I really needed to get a life.

Or work up the courage to ask her out on a date.

I was hoping one day I could talk myself into the latter.