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He didn’t have any family to speak of, yet here he was spending Christmas with the only one he did consider his family — Johnny. Through the years, destiny had seen that their lives entwined at various times in each of their lives. Now, it seemed they were finally together forever.
Invited to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas day with the Lancer family, Val Crawford had left the comfortable bed upstairs to slip downstairs and reflect upon his good fortune by the great room fireplace with a glass of Johnny’s blood father’s Talisker’s. There was no greater feeling than knowing his ‘son’ was upstairs sleeping, knowing that he was safe, protected by his two fathers. Good thing Murdoch didn’t know that Johnny wasn’t the only thing that they had shared. Maria sure had been a piece of work.