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house for his “work clothes” and by ten he’d taken his assigned seating in the town courtyard.
    As he sat in the big Santa chair, he admired the brightly twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. If he wasn’t mistaken, it even seemed a little chilly out. He sniffed the air. Still no snow, but some incredible smells wafted out of Sugar Plums. He hadn’t had the time to stop by and get coffee this morning. His stomach rumbled. No breakfast either. Cupid had gobbled up his puppy chow, but the pup gave him a look that said a snack wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
    He agreed, but already a line waited. He saw Holly hurry out as soon as he sat down. She looked so pretty today he wanted to grab her, pull her down on his lap and force her to tell him every little thing she might be wanting. It seemed she heard him because she blushed.
    “Good morning, Santa,” she said in a soft, husky voice as she took the “Santa is feeding his reindeer” sign down.
    “Good morning, beautiful,” he answered.
    Her blush deepened and he thought she was absolutely the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen.
    She looked like she might say something, but Jenny from the bakery rushed up with two bags and a cup of coffee.
    “Here you go, Santa,” she said with a big smile. “I don’t know what magic you’re working out here, but business is booming inside. Thank you.”
    She was gone in an instant.
    “It’s true,” Holly said. “I had customers waiting for me to open this morning. I can’t remember the last time that happened.”
    Feeling pleased and happier than he could remember ever being, Kris fished in his bags, threw a doggie bagel to Cupid and handed a muffin to Holly.
    “Oh, no. I may as well paste it to my thighs as eat it.”
    The visual…God the visual of licking the sweet frosting off of Holly’s sweeter thighs made his brain cells gasp as the blood surged from his head to his….
    “Your thighs look just fine to me, Holly,” he said softly. “Every inch of you looks…” he swallowed thickly. “Damned near perfect.”
    She turned the color of his jolly red jacket. He took her hand, set the muffin in it and grinned at her. Then he watched as she walked away, giving him a dazed look over her shoulder.
    The day went by in a blur. He knew that the people in his line hadn’t come just from North Pole. He could hear the different accents, see the strange faces. Tourists . Like ducks answering the call of the south, they’d come.
    By the time the last of them had plopped their child on his lap, Kris was bone tired and hungry enough to eat a reindeer.
    As if he’d heard the thought, Cupid cocked his head and gave a low bark.
    “Joking,” Kris told the little dog. “But I’ll bet you’re hungry too. Let’s get some chow and some rest.”
    But when he got home, he checked the answering machine and discovered that eight delivery requests had come in while he’d been off playing Santa. Eight! Excited, he called two of his drivers and put them to work. Then he fed Cupid, inhaled a cold dinner, showered and hit his bed like a fallen tree.
    The next day brought more of the same. While Holly occupied all his thoughts, he found himself so busy he barely had time to say hello. Each morning he went to her house and fixed something—the lights, the trim that had fallen off, the front door, whatever he could find that needed fixing. Each day he watched her in the now busy department store and each night he called more of his drivers back to work. He was almost up to full speed and a part of him rejoiced. But a deeper part of him yearned to have a moment just to spend with Holly.
    On the third day she looked troubled and Kris made his line wait while he found out why.
    “Someone broke into my house,” she said, brows pulled together.
    Fear coiled in his stomach. “Were you there? Were you hurt? Did they—”
    “No,” she said. “I mean, they’ve been breaking in and fixing things.”
    He almost laughed. Him . She was