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furrowed when he saw the amount of times that little Teddy Phelan had appeared on the Naughty side of the list. Looking over at the elf, Santa said, “Percy, I’m not sure Mr. Phelan was supposed to be the one who kissed Miss Diana tonight.”
    “No?”
    “Definitely not,” Santa said, shaking his head.
    “I’m glad, sir.”
    “You are?”
    “Yes, sir. I didn’t like Mr. Phelan very much.”
    “By the sounds of it, neither did Miss Diana.”
    “No, sir. She was actually quite determined about not being kissed by him, sir.”
    “So, are you saying that no one kissed Miss Diana under our mistletoe?”
    “Um…no, sir,” Percy said quietly.
    Pulling a piece of paper from his pocket, he handed it to Santa. “The lady’s name is Jamison Nash. I wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget it.”
    “A lady?”
    Blushing slightly, Percy nodded his head. “Yes, sir.”
    Placing his finger to the side of his nose, Santa thought for a moment before he said with a smile, “I see.”
    “Santa?”
    Looking up from the paper in his hand, Santa said, “Yes, Percy.”
    “Does this mean that Miss Diana is like Humphrey Sweet-Cheeks and Egbert Jelly-Belly?”
    With a chuckle, Santa nodded his head. “I think so, yes.”
    “I like Humphrey and Egbert, sir,” Percy said, his entire face spreading into a smile.
    “So do I.”

Chapter Three

    L inda Burke flicked on the lights in the outer office as she strolled into the room. Noticing that light was streaming from under the door leading to Jamie’s office, she glanced at the coffee pot and smiled. Setting down her handbag and coat, she turned on her computer, looked at the papers stacked on her desk, and then walked over to fill two mugs with coffee. Tapping lightly on Jamie’s door, she opened it and walked inside.
    Theirs was a unique relationship. It had begun with an impromptu game of hide-and-seek when a very impatient six-year-old was waiting for her father to get off the phone, and over the years, their friendship continued to grow.
    Having worked as Sebastian Nash’s secretary for almost thirty years, Linda had been able to watch Jamie grow from a small knobby-kneed child into a woman, confident and beautiful. Linda had attended Jamie’s birthday parties and her graduations, and the pride that filled Linda’s chest when Jamie graduated from law school at the top of her class, equaled that of a parent.
    When Sebastian decided to take an early retirement, and Jamie assumed his role as acting partner, her first priority was to offer Linda the role of her assistant, and Linda leapt at the chance.
    With years of history to draw upon, and a friendship that was strong and sound, they were two acting as one, and the envy of many who worked at Phelan, Willoughby and Nash.
    “Good morning. How was your trip?” Linda chirped.
    Looking up from her desk, Jamie smiled back. “It was long, but lucrative,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “I put the contracts on your desk. You just need to make the corrections I noted in the margins, and then I’ll initial them, and we can send them along.”
    “I already saw them, and you’ll have them back within the hour,” Linda said as she handed Jamie one of the mugs of coffee. Noticing that she was studying her appointment calendar for the month, Linda leaned over to take a look.
    Accustomed to seeing every day filled up with meetings, conference calls and the like, when she saw that the next few weeks had almost nothing etched in stone, Linda said, “A bit sparse, isn’t it?”
    “It’s that time of the year,” Jamie said, leaning back in her chair. “And since I’m still trying to finalize some things for the party, a few lackluster weeks is just what this party planner needs.”
    “Why do I think you’re looking forward to this?”
    “Because I am,” Jamie said with a wide smile. “I’m just hoping that Santa Claus is on my side.”
    “Don’t you mean, Mother Nature?”
    “Yeah, her, too.”
    Walking back