Wanted: Christmas Mummy. Judy Christenberry

slipped off the bed and returned to the foot of it. Now that the jeans were below his hips, she was able to pull them off without any difficulty. She tried to keep her eyes firmly fastened to the denim material, but the stark white briefs and the warm skin drew her gaze.

      She might have lingered if it hadn’t been for the shattering of glass in the kitchen below.

      Hurriedly, she whisked the cover over his now-bare legs and ran from the room.