I’ll be your Santa Claus.
’ll be your Santa Claus.Layla stared at the text, wondering what had convinced Logan to play the part, to dress up as he professed to hate. She wanted to ask him, but her euphoria prevented her from doing so. She’d need to hit the planning hard when she got to the office tomorrow.
If she could even focus. The very idea of going to dinner with Logan had her whole life in a blender. “But it’s not a date,” she told herself as she went through the motions of putting together a chili. She loved the cooler weather, because she could get back to eating her favorite food: soup.
She half shrugged as she scooped the diced green peppers onto her knife and dropped them into the already sautéing onions, garlic, and butter.
“Half a date,” she conceded. “A double date doesn’
