"I saw the lights on late," he murmured. "I’m not letting you spend Christmas Eve working yourself to the bone alone." "It’s my job, Silas. I have to finish."
He walked toward her, his large frame making the bakery kitchen feel tiny. When he reached her, he didn't pick up a spatula. Instead, he reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his thumb lingering on her jaw. Alexa Riley - His Christmas Cookie.pdf
"Silas! You can't be back here," Noelle squeaked, wiping her hands on her apron. "Health codes. And... and I’m a mess." "I saw the lights on late," he murmured
By midnight, the cookies were perfect, but Noelle was finally claimed. Silas didn't just help her finish the order; he carried her out the door, locked the bakery, and drove her to his mountain cabin, where the tree was tall and the promises were forever. When he reached her, he didn't pick up a spatula