![]() ![]() Granted, she'd just made two hundred bucks serving drinks at a corporate Christmas party, but she'd hoped to get into her cute little black dress before Nick caught sight of her.Īnd then there was her second reaction, which was wow, because he looked heart-stoppingly great tonight. Her first reaction was embarrassment at her costume. Whirling to do just that, she plowed right into a warm, hard body. ![]() She had a change of clothes in her bag she just needed to get to the ladies' room. ![]() Getting picked meant everything to her, but somehow, she always ended up doing the picking.įinally, she skidded into the restaurant and stopped to catch her breath, smoothing down her Mrs. For her softball team, for her internship, for a relationship, it didn't matter. "Is Santa real?"Įxcept if there'd really been a Santa Claus, she'd have happily crawled onto his lap and whispered her greatest wish-to be picked. "Wow, are you real?" a little kid asked in marvel a block later, taking in her costume. She might not be New York born or bred, but she'd learned to fit in just fine. ![]() Mia flipped them off and kept running in tune to their raucous laughter. This was accompanied by the hoots and hollers of the guy's coworkers. "I need some holiday spirit! Come on, mama, bring it over here!" Holding on to her hat, Mia ran along the streets on her killer four-inch red heels, her matching red skirt ruffling in the breeze. ![]()
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