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Yeah, it was. But he didn’t need some jolly man in red to bring him anything. He already had everything in the world he could possibly want.

He wasn’t the poor kid looking at others and hoping and dreaming any longer.

He was the man who had everything.

Every-damn-thing he needed. Wanted. Craved.

And, hell, if there was a real Santa out there…and not just the spies who lined the streets like the cute kid had told him…

Thank you. You gave me more than I will ever deserve.

“Merry Christmas, Jake,” True whispered.

“Merry Christmas, sweets.” His head turned, and he brushed a kiss over her palm. “Merry Christmas.”

Epilogue - Number Two

One More Word From Jake Hale…

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