“You look lovely tonight,” Declan said when Raquel approached the limo, lifting her hand to his lips.

She had opted to wear a simple, red dress since it was Christmas Eve.

“Thank you,” she replied as he helped her into the limo. “You look pretty dashing yourself.”

Declan was dressed in a gray suit with a white shirt, his hair was done to perfection, and he smelled divine. His aftershave was exquisite. She could sit next to him all night, inhaling his scent.

“The Christmas Cove Children’s Home, please,” Declan said to the driver, who, surprisingly, looked a lot like Santa Claus.

“Yes, sir,” he said, smiling as he turned...