Her Christmas Wish. Cindi Myers

and good-looking and sexy…but was he the right man for her? She was a modern, independent woman—but deep down she wanted to believe her grandmother’s prophecy, that there was one particular man pre-ordained to make her happy. “What do you think of Marty?” she asked.

      Marissa shrugged. “He’s okay. But he’s kind of…dull.”

      Marty didn’t have Eric’s charisma, that was true. “He seems very sweet,” Alina said.

      “Yeah, but I like a little more spice with my sweet, if you know what I mean.”

      Eric was plenty spicy. Alina turned to watch him as he pretended to wrestle with one of his young nephews. The longer she was around him, the more she felt her resistance to him weakening. The two of them could have a lot of fun together. But she was leaving in three months. What would happen then?