Alexa Riley - His | Christmas Cookie.pdf

Silas leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, tasting like sugar and pure intent. "I know exactly what I want for Christmas. And she’s standing right in front of me."

"Silas! You can't be back here," Noelle squeaked, wiping her hands on her apron. "Health codes. And... and I’m a mess." Alexa Riley - His Christmas Cookie.pdf

The mountain air was crisp, but inside the cabin, the warmth of the hearth and Silas’s unwavering devotion provided a sense of peace Noelle had never known. This Christmas marked the beginning of a new chapter, one where she was cherished far beyond the walls of her bakery. Silas leaned down, his lips brushing against hers,

Noelle’s heart did a somersault. "You’re very bossy for a man who doesn't know how to use a rolling pin." Silas leaned down