A Wells Landing Christmas Page 29

  “Okay.”

  “And there are no white Christmases in Pinecraft.”

  “I think a sandy Christmas will suit me just fine.”

  This time he stepped toward her and swept her into his embrace. He kissed her there on the porch while his brother and sister-in-law peeked out the window. But that was okay. There was no more hiding the love they held for each other, and like sandy Christmases, that was just fine with her.