Page 55 of A Bloody Merry Christmas

Snorting, I cocked my head at Sam. “Are they related to you?” I signed.

Sam shrugged and rocked his hand, and I chuckled. I snuggled against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, letting me burrow into his heat. I had a feeling they were being alittleover the top for me, but I wasn’t going to complain about it. This was the first Christmas where I didn’t feel sick at the thought of spending time with family, and I could finally see the enjoyment that came with celebrating. The holiday wasn’t about presents or silly decorations, though that was a nice bonus, but it centered on the people we cared about. Sam and his cousins had brought me into their world and I never wanted to leave.

I brushed a kiss over Sam’s jaw, nuzzling the bottom of his chin with my nose. “I love you, Sam.”

He slanted his mouth over mine, kissing me for a few moments, before he could pull away and use his hands. “I love you, Razz.”

I chuckled, taking in the applause sign as my name. I loved it, as much as I loved my nickname. It made me feel like one of theirs.

I held out my little finger and he stared. “Forever. Pinky promise?”

His eyes scrunched as he gave me a huge smile. He slid his little finger into mine and pointed at himself, then made a cross over his heart.

Yep, I was gonna betheperfect murder husband for him. I’d make sure of it.

Bonnie and Clyde had nothing on us.