The Geek Who Saved Christmas

by Annabeth Albert

Something about all those muscles and silver-fox looks combined to fluster me every darn interaction. We were both over forty, but he wore it so much hotter.

Guys our age didn’t crush. I appreciated his aesthetic appeal. That was all.

If he wanted to claim me, I’d happily let him. Heck, he could slap one of his color-coded labels on me.