Chistmas In Manhattan Collection. Alison Roberts

was a scoundrel when it came to women.

      But if she didn’t live next door to him, if she hadn’t seen the plethora of women parading in and out of his apartment, if they really had met yesterday at the hospital, she’d have thought him a really great guy. A hero kind of guy.

      Which might be testament to how foolish she was being over the man.

      She was still thinking about Jude when she said hi to their apartment building doorman, while she rode the elevator up to their floor, when she stepped out of the elevator and made her way down the corridor. She’d not taken but a few steps when she noticed the large, brightly wrapped box with a huge gold bow propped against her apartment door.

      A present?

      She didn’t have to wonder from who, because there could only be one person who’d do such a thing.