Alexa Riley - His Christmas Cookie.pdf Guide

Noelle’s heart did a somersault. "You’re very bossy for a man who doesn't know how to use a rolling pin."

"Silas! You can't be back here," Noelle squeaked, wiping her hands on her apron. "Health codes. And... and I’m a mess." Alexa Riley - His Christmas Cookie.pdf

Silas didn't move. He just looked at her with an intensity that made the industrial ovens feel cold. "I don't care about the codes, and you’re the most beautiful thing in this room. Even covered in frosting." Noelle’s heart did a somersault

The mountain air was crisp, but inside the cabin, the warmth of the hearth and Silas’s unwavering devotion provided a sense of peace Noelle had never known. This Christmas marked the beginning of a new chapter, one where she was cherished far beyond the walls of her bakery. "Health codes

Silas leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, tasting like sugar and pure intent. "I know exactly what I want for Christmas. And she’s standing right in front of me."

He walked toward her, his large frame making the bakery kitchen feel tiny. When he reached her, he didn't pick up a spatula. Instead, he reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his thumb lingering on her jaw.