Mrs. Claus

I know it makes me a cliché, but I’m a cop who likes a hot donut. Sue me. Imagine my shock when I stopped by the best bakery in town one morning for my daily fix and the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen stepped out of the kitchen, all smiles and dimples, and smelling like a sugar cookie. Evie Snow. The cheerful, little redhead who happens to be playing Mrs. Claus this year in the Briarwood Ridge Christmas Festival.
Evie’s the embodiment of sunshine and light. It’s not her fault she also happens to be the star of all my filthiest fantasies. I should leave her alone. She’s too young and sweet for a grumpy cop like me. And yet, here I am volunteering to keep watch over Santa’s village, even though I hate the holidays.
The universe must have a sense of humor because the current Santa just fell off a ladder and guess who fits the suit. Christmas is about to get hotter than the Fourth of July because I’d like to do some dirty things to Mrs. Claus.
Things that would get me put on the naughty list for life.