Dylan cast a curious glance in my direction. It was only after I presented him with the cards that he understood and joined in the laughter. “Mrs. Doyle has a fondness for these Christmas pick-up line cards. I’m not entirely sure why,” he remarked.
“They are quite entertaining,” I replied, offering him a smile.
He returned the gesture with a grin that revealed his dimples. Dylan possessed an undeniable charm with his light brown hair and captivating smile, capable of making any girl swoon. Gavin had mentioned that he was on the basketball team alongside him. Our initial encounter occurred at one of Gavin’s games, which Ella had insisted I attend.
“Just a moment,” he said before stepping into the store with the box of cards. He is employed at Everglade Craft Shoppe, so I occasionally see
