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Soraya gasped, “If you’re late, you’re in big trouble.”

I sighed, then nodded, then looked up at Saint, “I’m sorry, but we have to go.”

“Mr. Robbins is bringing us a Christmas tree,” Soraya said with that smile on her face that showcased the lone dimple on the right side of her cheek.

As she did that, had I not been watching Saint out of the corner of my eye, I would have missed it.

But man... that man could fucking smile.

It was gone by the time I looked back up at him as he said, “Since you’ve got important cargo holding on to your hand, I’ll help with the bags.”

And before I could tell him that I had them, he leaned down and picked them up, then he jerked up his chin, “After you.”

Tears immediately hit my eyes at his thoughtfulness.

But I inhaled them back in.

I wasn’t a pretty crier.

No.

I was an ugly crier.

And the last thing I needed after all of the shit that has taken place in my life was for this gorgeous man to see that side of me.

And definitely not while I was in an old pair of raggedy sweats and an old sweatshirt, no less.

Thankfully, by the time we made it to my car, I had managed to beat them back.

After I got Soraya in the car and buckled up, he looked down at me, winked, and then handed the Barbie in Swan Lake doll to Soraya.

She smiled. Huge. Then said, “Thank you, Mr. Saint.”

He chuckled, “Just Saint, princess.”

And with that, he placed my bags in my trunk after I popped it open, and then he closed it and looked at me.

I smiled and said, “Thank you.”

He looked at me one last time, jerked up his chin, and then, just like that, he walked down the street and climbed on a big black motorcycle.

Yes, I watched him walk away.

Same as a few women who were walking by as well.

And that was when a woman in a long black dress stepped out of the door of Sallie’s General Store.

My eyes had been on the man who was climbing on that big black motorcycle.

Therefore, I missed it.

However, the woman in the long black dress had a smile on her face as she disappeared.

‘She looks like a dream. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.’

– Saint’s Secret Thoughts.

Chapter 6