Dylan wondered what had gotten into him. He wasn"t normally the kind to sweep a woman off her feet, literally or figuratively. He"d never been one to make big romantic gestures. Yet he found himself wanting to do just that with Lynda.
He lay curled around her in her bed, reveling in the soft, sweet sensation of having her in his arms and wishing he could do something grand for her for Christmas. He could have pulled some money from the account he"d set up to take care of Mom, but what would he get her that she didn"t already have? That she couldn"t get for herself if she wanted it? Besides, he wanted to leave as much of that account alone as he could. It was for Mom"s care. And if they were both lucky, would keep her comfortable for a good long while, even if she didn"t remember who he w
