He thought back to when she’d walked out of the bathroom in her outfit for the evening and did a little twirl. She’d called the one-shoulder dress she’d designed “New York candy apple red.” More like “siren” red, drawing the eyes of everyone with a pulse that night. And damn, did her dress have to have a bow at the waist? With Christmas next week, he’d thought a dozen times how much he’d like to unwrap her. But he wasn’t just any man. At least, he wasn’t the man she thought he was. And she wasn’t just any woman. She was a Hawkins. His best friend’s sister. Plus, she had three other brothers.
