Bring Me A Maverick For Christmas!

He looked away from the danger zone, pushing the suspenders off his shoulders and stepping out of Santa’s oversize pants, leaving him clad in a long-sleeve Henley and well-worn jeans. He picked up the flannel shirt he’d shed before donning the Santa coat and put it on over the Henley.

She neatly folded her dress and tucked it into a shopping bag. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, unable to shake the feeling that, though he couldn’t think of her name, he was certain he knew her from somewhere.

Before he could ask her if they’d met before, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

They both said it at the same time, then she smiled at him, and that easy curve of her lips only increased her hotness factor.

The door opened and Annie poked her head in.

“Oh, Serena, I’m so glad to see that you made it.”

“I did. Sorry I was almost late. There was some excitement at the clinic this morning.”

Serena.

Clinic.

The pieces finally clicked into place and Bailey realized why the substitute Mrs. Claus looked familiar. She was Serena Langley, a vet tech at the same clinic where his sister-in-law was the receptionist.

“What kind of excitement?” Annie asked, immediately concerned.

“Alistair Warren brought in a fat stray that he found under his porch. The cat turned out not to be fat but pregnant and gave birth to nine kittens.”

“Nine?” Annie echoed.

Serena nodded. “Exam Room Three is going to be out of commission for a while, because Brooks doesn’t want to disturb the new mom or her babies.”

“I can’t wait to see them,” Annie enthused. “But right now, I want to hear about the substitute Santa’s visit with the local scout troop so that I can report back to his more-sick-than-jolly brother.”

Bailey turned to Serena again. Truthfully, his gaze had hardly shifted away from her since they’d entered the dressing room. He’d thought it was because he was trying to figure out where they might have crossed paths before, but even with that question now answered, he found his attention riveted on her.

He waited for Serena to say that the substitute Santa had sucked and that the event had been a disaster—although maybe not in terms quite so blunt and harsh. At the very least, he anticipated her telling his sister-in-law that Bailey had screwed up and almost made a kid cry. And he couldn’t have disputed either of those points, because they were both true.

But Serena seemed content to let him respond to the inquiry, and he did so, only saying, “It was...an experience.”

His sister-in-law’s brows lifted. “I’m not sure how to interpret that.”

Bailey looked at Mrs. Claus again.

“Everything went well,” Serena assured her friend.

Annie exhaled, obviously relieved. “Of course, I knew the two of you would be able to pull it off.”

“If you were so confident, you wouldn’t have rushed over here to interrogate us,” he pointed out. “Although I suspect your concerns were really about Santa and not Mrs. Claus.”

“Well, you were the more reluctant substitute,” she told him. “Serena didn’t hesitate when I asked her to fill in.”

“I’m always happy to help a friend,” Serena said. “But now I should be on my way.”

“What’s your hurry?” Annie asked.

“I’m not in a hurry,” she denied. “It’s just that I left early this morning and...well, you know that Marvin doesn’t like it when I’m gone all day.”

She seemed a little embarrassed by this admission, or so he guessed by the way her gaze dropped away.

Bailey frowned, wondering about this Marvin and the nature of his relationship with Serena. Was he her husband? Boyfriend? How did he express his disapproval of her absence? Did he give her the cold shoulder when she got home? Or did he have a hot temper?

The possibility roused his ire. Lord knew he wasn’t without faults of his own and tried not to judge others by their shortcomings, but he had no tolerance for men who bullied women or children.

“You worry too much about Marvin,” Annie chided.

“You know I can’t stand it when he looks at me with those big sad eyes.”

“I know you let him use those big sad eyes to manipulate you,” Annie said. “You need to stand firm and let him know he’s not the boss of you.”

Bailey didn’t think his sister-in-law should be so quick to disregard her friend’s concerns. No one knew what went on behind closed doors of a relationship.

“Is Marvin your...husband?” Bailey asked Serena.

In response to his question, Annie snickered—inappropriately, he thought—and Serena’s cheeks flushed with color as she shook her head.

“No, he’s my, uh, bulldog.”

“Your bulldog,” he echoed.

She nodded, the color in her cheeks deepening.

Well, the big sad eyes comment made a lot more sense to him now. As the humor of the situation became apparent, he felt his own lips curve.

“He’s a rescue,” she explained. “And very...needy.”

“Only because you let him be,” Annie said. “Not to mention that you have a doggy door, so he can go in and out as required.”

“Well, yes,” Serena admitted. “But he still doesn’t like to be alone for too long.”

Which led Bailey to believe that there wasn’t anyone else at home—husband or boyfriend—to put the dog out or deal with his neediness.

Not that it mattered, because he wasn’t interested in any kind of romantic relationship with his sister-in-law’s friend and colleague.

Was he?

“I hope Danny is feeling a lot better before Tuesday,” Annie said as she picked up the bags containing the costumes.

The worry was evident in her friend’s voice, compelling Serena to ask, “What’s happening on Tuesday?”

“We’re supposed to play Santa and Mrs. Claus for a visit to the elementary school.”