Page 95 of Falling for Krampus

“Poppy, where are you?”

“Pyramid Lake.”

He growls in frustration. “Say no more. I’m on my way.”

“Hurry, Wesley. I don’t know how much more time I got.”

Then the phone clicks off, ending the call abruptly.

He didn’t even ask me where I am or say where I should meet him. He didn’t have to. Wesley always knows where to find me.

It’s one of the many reasons I’ve grown to hate him over the years.

He’s the devoted knight I’ve never wanted.