If anybody had asked Ryan last week what he’d be doing today, the very last thing he’d have imagined was wandering a Christmas tree lot with a woman who’d clearly escaped from the set of one of those Hallmark Channel Christmas movies his mother loved so much. Between her unwavering good cheer and the candy-cane-striped scarf and hat, Hannah was a walking, talking holiday card. It should’ve been annoying. Nobody could be that happy and have even a toe still dipped in the real world.
But she’d made Percy smile. Hell, she’d made him smile, even if it was at his own expense because Percy was playing matchmaker. Just what would his Elf Girl say if she knew about that? And why the hell was he thinking of her as his? They were nothing to each other but two people helping out his uncle.
As they
