Some might say I’d give the Grinch a run for his money. And they’d be right. But this hot little number thinks she can soften me. Not a chance. I won’t bend for anything or anyone. My past made me this way and I’m good with it. Then I start to feel love seeping in. Maybe there’s a way to save myself. Besides, she doesn’t want to ruin her reputation or risk her career. Another man might not have dared her to. But how can I resist those legs in high heels? Or her warm, welcoming heart? I can’t. Maybe something besides the snow is melting. ‘Tis the season, after all.