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Greg Wilcox wants Molly Anders and to get her he’ll do anything, including saving a small company from bankruptcy and allowing an old-fashioned Christmas with Sarah, his five-year-old daughter. With the themes of personal responsibility and holiday good cheer, this is one book for all seasons.
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Molly Anders remembers the Christmases of her past, baking cookies and decorating a tree. More than anything, she’d love to have a holiday like that with Sarah, the five-year-old daughter of Greg Wilcox. A wealthy man, Greg had pretty much retired from life, but wanting Molly has encouraged him to take a job in a struggling computer software company, to make himself useful in her eyes. This keeps him too busy to take care of his daughter when she gets a cold and his mother can’t baby-sit, so he asks Molly to stay at his house and care for Sarah.
Unfortunately it comes out that Greg has been deceiving Molly about a few things, like how he’s behind the sudden interest in her artwork and now she won’t let him close to her.
Is the promise of an old-fashioned Christmas enough to keep Molly around and make her forgive him? And will Santa bring these three what they really want this year – a family?
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It took a few moments for her legs to cooperate with her and she leaned into him for support. Molly looked up into his eyes, and they were intent, watching her. Only the slightest hint of a smile was on his face.
He ran his finger along her bottom lip. Breathless, she stood stock still as he leaned down and gently, very gently, brushed her lips with his. His touch was so light, it almost didn’t register as a kiss -- but it was. She felt it, and knew he felt it too. Again their breathing seemed to be in unison, the night cold enough to see the white plumes as they exhaled.
He kissed her again, this time a bit harder, and ran the tip of his tongue along the entry of her lips. She shuddered but didn’t pull away.
This was what she’d wondered about, how it would be to kiss him. The answer was—wonderful.
“Molly, are you going to invite me in?” His voice was cautious, waiting for her refusal. His sapphire eyes bored into her, as if trying to will her to say yes.
Only a moment passed before she discarded her hesitation.
“Greg, would you like to come inside?” She was pleased that her voice sounded steady, even if her emotions were anything but.
Greg’s smile hinted of triumph. “Yes, Molly. I would.”
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