DECEITFUL PROMISES
(A Letters to Santa Story)
This
Christmas, promises may deceive, but love could be the miracle they never
expected.
“Children?”
Lydia squeaked, swallowing hard. That was the one thing she was not
planning on doing to her body. She’d take every precaution to avoid the
circumstance at all costs.
“I
am hoping so, but if not then it’ll just be the two of us,” Kit smiled warmly,
unlocking the door. “Having or not having children is not a requirement,
although I would like at least two. I hope that once we decide to marry, you’ll
find yourself at home here.”
Stepping
over the threshold of the opened door, Lydia sucked in a breath. She expected elegant,
not modest furnishings. There was no way she was going to live in this little
guest house when there was a mansion waiting for her on 61st Street.