A Little Christmas Jingle Read Online Free PDF

holiday spirit and optimism.
It’s a Wonderful Life
is one of my favorite movies.”
    â€œSo every time an angel gets his wings, a bell rings,” Anthony clarified.
    â€œThat’s the movie,” she confirmed. “Christmas is a time for miracles.”
    â€œSo are you going to be Jingle’s guardian angel?”
    â€œI am going to do my very best.”
    â€œGreat. Jingle it is. The viewers will love that.” Anthony grinned. “That’s all I need except to film him.”
    Her ponytail swished as she shook her head. “Absolutely not. He needs rest and to be left alone. Not to mention, it’s a sterile environment.”
    Jack spoke up, asserted control. “Contact Public Affairs and see what they’re willing to share. I submitted photos with my report.”
    â€œI’ll do that. Thanks so much for your time, Dr. Saunders. You can take your mic off, and I’ll film the rest of my segment from outside. I might be here awhile if that’s okay. Producers may want to have me live on location with your clinic as a backdrop.”
    â€œI—”
    â€œThat’s fine,” Jack interrupted, anticipating Kat’s refusal. “Dr. Saunders will be happy to help the task force out in any way possible, won’t you?”
    She unclipped the mic and passed it to the cameraman. Anthony handed her his business card, unaware of Kat’s growing tension. “We’ll run the story at six and ten. The full version will be online. You will call me if there are any changes? Our viewers will want to know how he’s doing. This type of story always tugs the heartstrings, so there will be multiple follow-ups. Remember Trooper, the dog dragged behind the car?”
    â€œJingle is not ratings material,” Kat said stiffly. “Jingle’s an injured dog.”
    Jack cupped her elbow in warning. “No, he’s not, but the public will be compelled to do something. They’ll be moved to call in other abuse. They’ll donate money toward his care, and Pet Rescue maintains a specific account dedicated to task force causes. Think of all the animals Jingle can help, all the good that can come out of this horrible situation.”
    â€œFine.” Kat conceded and tucked the card into her lab coat pocket as the media left. Her staff was in the back, checking on the animals. By six, everyone would be gone, off to their Friday night activities. Kat forced herself to relax. The 24-7 Christmas radio station began to play “Joy to the World,” another of her favorites, and she automatically began to hum along, until she realized Jack remained in the room, staring at her.
    â€œYou don’t need to stay,” she told him.
    â€œI wanted to give you my card.” He proffered a slip of paper, and she placed the white cardstock with the other one. “I also wanted to talk to you.”
    She kept her tone bright, unaffected. “Why?”
    He shifted his weight, shoved his hands into front jeans pockets. “You don’t make things easy, do you?”
    She scowled. “No woman wants to be easy.”
    â€œNo woman should be difficult, either.”
    Her last serious boyfriend had used that word during their final fight. Kat’s hands went on her hips. “You don’t know me. I do not appreciate—”
    â€œI’m sorry,” he cut in. “I’m not handling this well. I’m not trying to offend you. But the kiss …”
    â€œIt was just a kiss. Caused by mistletoe. Nothing to stress about,” she replied, using her best nonchalant tone. No need for him to know she’d searched for him. No need for him to realize his perfect lips had rocked her world. Or that she’d fantasized about being in his arms.
And in his bed.
    â€œWell, it shocked me seeing you today. If I reacted poorly, I apologize. I never intended to make you uncomfortable.” He stepped forward. Stopped short. A