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.
The deep, gravelly voice made her spin around. Standing in the doorway of her kitchen was Silas Vane. Silas was the town’s most successful—and most reclusive—architect. He was also the man who had bought every single one of her "Broken Heart" brownies every day for the last month just to see her smile.
"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
"I saw the lights on late," he murmured. "I’m not letting you spend Christmas Eve working yourself to the bone alone." "It’s my job, Silas. I have to finish."
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." The mountain air was crisp, but inside the
By midnight, the cookies were perfect, but Noelle was finally claimed. Silas didn't just help her finish the order; he carried her out the door, locked the bakery, and drove her to his mountain cabin, where the tree was tall and the promises were forever.
Noelle’s heart did a somersault. "You’re very bossy for a man who doesn't know how to use a rolling pin." Standing in the doorway of her kitchen was Silas Vane
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."