The Lola Cruz Christmas Story

salsa step. “Pero I want to go dancing when I win. Deal?”

  He slathered another corn husk with masa as I took another bite of buñuelo. “Deal.”

  My thoughts drifted. I’d helped a woman and baby in need. They were safe now, and I’d been part of that. I felt like I was part of my own Christmas story. Not bad for a morning’s work. And I wasn’t even a real PI.

  Yet.

  Plus, I’d seen Jack Callaghan in person—even if it had been just a quick glimpse from high up in a pear tree.

  “Feliz Navidad,” Antonio said, his normal wicked grin firmly back on his face, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

  I blushed, hoping he couldn’t really read my mind. “Feliz Navidad,” I said, grinning back, knowing that visions of sugar plums and Jack would keep me warm into the new year. And beyond.

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