Playing Santa
Playing Santa and rescuing a puppy is one thing. Playing prince charming and rescuing a struggling beauty and her son is a whole other crazy.
Sean Patrick here. I’m a player, and not just for the Boston Militia football team.
I’ve earned my reputation as a confirmed bachelor and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. Until now.
The minute I lay eyes on the jewel-eyed beauty, Ronnie, and her precocious boy, Jimmy, at the animal shelter, my heart is hi-jacked.
Does Ronnie want rescuing? Nothing doing. She’s as tough as she is gorgeous.
I need to somehow convince her that I’m not the player I used to be. That once I adopt Dasher from the shelter I’m committed to more than finding random bedmates for random nights of empty fun.
I need to convince her that playing Santa is more than a game…
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