The tip-off had been an unexpected boon. Cleaning up after Jarod’s little vigilantism act had been tedious as per usual, with his retinue of followers competing to sing his praises, when one slipped up.
Still clutching the note from the busybody in hair curlers, who’d lamented about the poor boy spending Christmas Eve all alone, Miss Parker came nose to nose with her runaway right outside the written-down address.
Shock made her slow, and he, smiling cheekily, immediately took off running through the falling snow.
The following Christmas, Jarod’s former landlady would receive an exquisitely wrapped gift signed Mr. & Mrs.