You know what? From now on, I think I’m going to call you Mister Christmas.
She blinked once, then twice, and yet again, sure what she viewed was just another part of this fantasy world that she had stepped into when her feet touched the green grass of Ireland.
She stared at the castle. She had actually been summoned to a castle. A week before Christmas.
She may not be able to teach the baby how to cook, but she could teach the child how to shoot a gun and how to disarm a man when being attacked with a knife. You never knew when those things could come in handy.
She felt like a woman on fire. Would it be bad to have sex with Santa in the closet?
