But of course, it wasn’t. Holly couldn’t believe how nervous she was as she waited for Kris to arrive. Since the morning she’d seen him sitting in the store’s Santa chair, he’d been in her thoughts. If she wasn’t watching him between customers, she was thinking of him when she came home and saw all he’d done to her house. Because she had no doubt that Kris was the Secret Santa who’d fixed her broken locks and doors, faucets and drains. He’d worked miracles and each time she walked through her front door, she felt the warmth and care he’d put into his tasks. Miracles. This Christmas had been filled with them. Was it too much to hope that one more waited for her? That she and Kris… She sighed. Each morning when she saw him sitting outside in that ridiculous Santa suit, she’d fallen a little more in love with him. Oh, it had always been there, that infatuation with sexy Kris Kringle, but lately…Kris had changed and the maturity, the goodness she saw in him had changed her as well.
