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declared.
    “Be sure and tell your Mima that. I’m sure she needs to hear it. But if you want to keep getting extra marshmallows in your hot chocolate, don’t tell her in front of Uncle Blix.”
    Dash rolled his eyes as his son nodded and returned to his makeshift racetrack. The next question caught him by surprise, as most of Nicky’s questions did.
    “Do you know any elfs, Dad?”
    “It’s elves when there’s more than one… and yes, I know a few,” Dash answered, as he dropped into his favorite chair.
    “Do you know one named Vixen?”
    Dash narrowed his gaze on his normally unrepentant eavesdropper. Nicky was nearly as arrogant about his sins as he had been most of his life, and usually just fessed up to his crimes.
    “Why do you ask, Son? Did you hear my conversation with Mima?”
    No longer distracted Nicky gave him a strange look in return. “Nooooo… I met an elf today… all on my own.”
    “Yes, I heard that, and actually, I do know Vixen,” Dash responded, telling the truth.
    “Do you know if she keeps her promises?”
    Dash sighed. Nicky was obviously worried about his letter getting to Santa. Despite the fact she hated him, he was sure Vixen had handled things as well as possible.
    “Yes. You can trust her. Vixen is a very good elf.”
    As well as a drop-dead sexy one in that costume of hers, Dash thought. Not that he could entertain any ideas now of ever enjoying it. He had no idea how to convince the woman to give him a second chance.
    “Good. I just wondered,” Nicky said, going back to his cars. “You can watch TV now.”
    “Thank you, son. It’s good to have your permission to watch TV. I’m happy to know I’ve been replaced by you as the alpha male in this household.”
    Dash chuckled at his own joke as he picked up the remote. Maybe a football game would distract him from his wicked thoughts of having Vixen Dunder’s sexy legs wrapped around him.

Chapter 4
    Dash stared down at the ten pounds of fake gut strapped over his own mostly flat stomach. He patted the rounded protrusion and snickered. If he didn’t get back on the squash court at the gym, he might look like this for real one day. It was not an appealing thought.
    He could barely see the tips of his shoes past the Santa belly when he looked down. What if he needed to use the bathroom dressed as he was? He was going to look like he was playing with himself trying to get it done.
    “Hold on, Santa. Your belly is too low. Let me adjust your straps.”
    Vixen ignored Dash’s shoulders and refused to think about her old fantasy of kissing her way across them. “With the belly up higher, you’ll be able to sit more comfortably as well as have more of a lap for the kids.”
    Dash swallowed and held his breath as confident hands ran up and down his back, making the fake Santa belly rise in the front. How had Vixen ended up his elf after she’d vowed not to have anything to do with him? Evidence of his joyful surprise was thankfully hidden from view inside the enormous Santa pants pulled over his jeans.
    Apparently his body didn’t care one bit that the woman openly hated him. And he wasn’t even looking at her at the moment. Those astounding legs were out of his view. It was disturbing to learn that her voice and hands were enough to make him want to surrender his celibacy to her. He was bordering on being obsessed.
    “I met your son at the mall on Saturday. Nicholas Dasher Sleigh Number 3 is a truly amazing little dude. Congratulations, Dad.”
    “Thank you.” It wasn’t a brilliant answer to her compliment, but it was all Dash could think to say. His brain hadn’t turned loose of wondering why Vixen was even talking to him. “I’d like to take all the credit, but of all people, I know you would never believe it possible. I guess I can’t blame you… based on what happened between us.”
    “Do I hear sweet regret for the sins of our youth in that pseudo-apology? His Mima Cupid was with him. You know your mother