It wouldn’t be long before the women at the clubhouse put up the Christmas tree. It wasn’t even Halloween yet, and stores wanted everyone to start their holiday shopping. It was a golden Christmas tree pendant with shining red ornaments.Ĭhristmas was coming earlier every year. One in particular with glittering reds and golds caught her eye. The thought had her turning from the table to cross to the one with the Christmas jewelry display, the fake stones glistening under the store lighting. Instead, she said, “She’ll love it.”īliss hated scarves unless they were tied around her wrists. The pale colors and pretty pattern would suit Willa, but the scarf was lame. “Do you think Willa would like this one?”īliss looked up from the mound of scarves on the display table to the one Ginny was holding up. Doesn’t she know it’s Christmas, and miracles do happen? She wants to be back with The Last Riders, whom she considers her true family. What can I say? I’m a nice guy and have always done the responsible thing.īliss is everything I shouldn’t want, but it’s hard to resist a woman who stopped believing in miracles. Doesn’t he know Santa put me on the Naughty List long ago? He wants me to trust him, to believe he can protect me. Drake’s keeping me warm, but he wants more than I can give. With the holidays approaching, I miss belonging to The Last Riders. When I walk by, people call me a slut, and I’m okay with that.
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