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Merry Christmas, Mr. Miggles - Eli Easton

My mouth went as dry as if I'd been sucking on sour lemon candies for an hour. I stared at the front door of the shooting range, avoiding looking directly at him. I didn't want to have any concept of Mr. Miggles as, you know, a regular guy, a man, who existed outside the library, who wore regular clothes and incredibly sexy jeans that took ten years off his age.