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It got even better.
He should have remembered her casual remark, several weeks ago, about preferring the farm to her family’s country club. Maybe he had remembered, somewhere in the back of his mind, but had discounted it because she seemed so fresh, so innocent. Nothing like Cassandra, who reveled in the gleaming social spotlight.
Devon exclaimed with pleasure when he cruised through the club’s high wrought-iron gates. Though it was early in the season, every sculpted bush and shrub glittered with twinkling holiday lights. Elaborate backlit nativity displays shimmered beside radiant reindeer and sleigh silhouettes. Even the palm trees were wreathed in multicolored sparkles.
“I love Christmas displays,” she sighed, pressing her nose against his convertible’s window. “The only good th
