Holly Deford crossed her arms to cover her ugly Christmas sweater. Why hadn"t she worn something else? She had smiled when she donned the bright red reindeer this morning, but in retrospect, anything else, even her holey plaid button-up, would have been better.
Did she have time to grab her jacket from the back storeroom before her last customers arrived at the counter? It was a silly impulse that she shot down immediately, but Garryck Wyce and Ryder Wynters, two sexy dragon shifters, heated her blood and made her long for things that couldn"t be. And ugly Christmas sweaters were called that for a reason. They weren"t made to make people look their best.
Why were the dragons even here today? Their usual day was Thursday. She knew that because she was here every single frigging day.
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