Dirty Christmas

As car-jackings go, I know I lucked out. But still. Christmas is rough.

Now I'm stuck in some tiny twinkle-light town with my plans to avoid the holiday hype blown to *holly* hell.

I'm starting to suspect there's no escaping this lump of coal when a feisty redhead lands in my lap.

Suddenly, I know exactly what I want for Christmas.

Now I just have to convince her I'm not the naughty player she thinks I am and to give me a chance to score a permanent spot on her nice list.