CHAPTER EIGHT
REBECCA WAITED FOR what seemed like a century on the doorstep after speaking with an immaculate butler.
The door reopened and Richie appeared, his gaze questioning. She noticed that he now wore a tuxedo with a black bowtie instead of the probably ruined suit he had been wearing earlier. That must have been the reason for his quick trip up Twin Peaks.
"I have a Christmas present for you," she said with a smile, and then stepped aside.
His expression was indescribable as his gaze traveled from the twelve Santas, to the cookies, and then to Rebecca. His face spread into a wide smile. "Come on in, guys. Everybody's waiting for you." He stood back, and the Santas entered, single-file, to loud greetings and cheers.
He and Rebecca remained alone in the doorway. The smile he wor
