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Her long brown hair was tucked beneath her hat and thered scarf rapped around her neck and tucked beneath her thick white coat Her eyes glowed as warmly as the hot cocoa she soht Her nose had turned pink from the cold December air and so had her cheeks

His gaze dropped to her mouth Her lips were pink and shiny frootten out of the truck He’d told her the truth Shiny lips weren’t his thing

Not on hiht kissable

He looked up, er on the tree, but on hi her

The enchanting twinkle in her eyes fro new, so that beckoned hi back to her shiny lips, before returning to her eyes

So difficult as he stared into her eyes, seeing things that could make a jaded man believe in Santa Claus and Christmas miracles

Because Sarah ical—when she was near

Her lips parted To tell him he was crazy?

He was crazy This was Sarah Sweet, good Sarah

Her eyes searched his, questioning, te

He took a deep breath, the cold Dece in his throat

“Bodie,” she said, her voice a huskier tone than usual, as if et her breath, too

Just as he was on the verge of giving in to the urge to touch his lips to Sarah’s, Harry barked and jerked against the leash in Bodie’s hand, pulling him back to reality and toward Sarah’s tree

Whateverin Sarah’s eyes dissipated, and common sense returned

What kind of Christmas spell had come over him to almost kiss Sarah? To convince him that she wanted him to kiss her?