She'd gotten the text from Raleigh after their brief meeting at the animal adoption day, and she's pretty sure it must have been a blanket text to anyone she happened to have the number of, because it seems odd to be invited. It's been weeks and by now, she's sure people have started to catch on about who she is and what she's doing here, and Shea and Raleigh had seemed close. She'd be incredibly surprised if she hadn't been told the whole sordid backstory by now, and yet, here she is, about to encroach on their Christmas.

To hell with it, she decides, because she can't hide from his friends forever, and it's either this or drink wine at home alone, so. She takes a breath and walks in, the little wrapped parcel clutched tightly in her hands. He's gonna kill her for getting him a present, but she'd brought it all the way from Paris on a whim, and she can't not give it to him now.