hot as he feels and smells?” she asked in a stage whisper. Mrs. Knight flashed a wink in Spinelli’s direction, smiled, leaned toward her sister and whispered, “Oh, he’s a looker alright, tall, dark and handsome. Mysterious eyes, the kind a woman can get lost in. Looks to be pretty fit too, Sister. Too bad you can’t see this one, he’s a delight.” Spinelli kept most of his attention focused on the sisters but he took a glance at Shannon out of the corner of his eye. A bright shade of red began consuming her pale colored skin rising upward from her neck. “Come on, Sister, let’s leave these kids alone to go about their business.” “We don’t have any business,” Shannon immediately piped up. ”I mean Mr. Spinelli just gave me a ride home from work. We’re not really…” Mrs. Finch interrupted Shannon mid-sentence. “Shannon, dear, why don’t you share some of those delicious gingerbread cookies you baked with your friend? She’s an excellent baker, Mr. Spinelli.” He couldn’t help himself, “I’d love to try them. Gingerbread cookies are my favorite.” Spinelli wished the ladies a good night and turned to follow Shannon into her apartment. “What do you think you’re doing?” Shannon asked him. “I’m getting my cookies.” He reached for the door behind him and heard the sisters whispering. “It’s about time that sweet girl gets a man in her life.” “You’re right, Sister, her clock is ticking. Poor thing.” The door clicked shut. Spinelli stifled his chuckle and pressed on about the cookies. Shannon rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Fine, I’ll give you some cookies and that’s all you’re getting. Then will you please just leave?” she asked as she spun on her heel and headed toward the kitchen shedding her coat along the way. Spinelli easily sensed her discomfort and he blamed it on her unwanted attraction to him. He couldn’t help but want to add to her discomfort, tease her just a bit. “Are you normally this rude to all the guests you invite in for cookies?” Shannon turned to face Spinelli. She flashed him a scowl and took a moment to conjure up her response. “Excuse me but I don’t recall inviting you in for cookies. What I recall is you rudely inviting yourself in for cookies.” Spinelli fought to keep from smiling. He liked the way she tried to cover her nervousness as she spoke to him. The conscious attempt made her voice deeper and even sexier than normal. With a voice like that he thought for sure she could double as a one nine-hundred operator. Shannon quickly turned again and headed in the direction of the kitchen. Spinelli followed with his eyes fixed on her backside. She probably had no clue how sexy she looked in her skimpy Santa helper outfit. Didn’t notice the elves ogling her all night either; the thought of it stirred the jealous juices inside him. Spinelli shrugged off his coat and flung it over the back of one of the two counter-height stools situated at the kitchen island. He pulled the stool out and took a seat. He figured he could get away with making himself comfortable and staying for a while because he knew she would want to prove him wrong about her being rude. And he knew she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if someone thought of her as being rude. Shannon turned to face him, a clear plastic bag full of cookies gripped in her fist. She reached over the counter and handed them to him. He took them from her and set them on the counter. He undid the twist-tie and pulled one from the bag. “What are you doing?” she asked. Spinelli shifted his eyes from his bag of cookies and looked up at Shannon. “I’m eating my cookies.” She narrowed her gaze but said nothing. From the look on her face, he knew he had her. She was just too nice to kick him out and most important, he knew that deep down she felt an attraction to him. He knew she didn’t want it to be so, but she was. After a brief moment of