CHAPTER TWELVE
Michael woke, more rested than he’d been in weeks. Not even eating too many of the delicious German Christmas cookies—he kept forgetting the actual name, so he called them that—last night had interfered with his sleep. That was all because of Sheridan.
As he remembered drinking hot cocoa and making sure the pan didn’t burn, warmth flowed through him. He hadn’t been looking for romance, but somehow it had found him.
Them.
But he didn’t want to think beyond Christmas, even though she wasn’t leaving until the thirty-first. Yes, whatever this was between them had an end date, but that might be why he wanted to make the most of the time they had together and not overanalyze anything.
A few emails were in his inbox. There was also a copy of the donation pledges that would be
