“Thank you for another wonderful day, Raoul,” she called over his shoulder. He kept going before he lost control completely and dragged her off to some secluded place.
Christmas Eve Day meant Vivige and Arlette were busy getting everything ready for the night’s festivities. Crystal had already volunteered to take the children to do their own Christmas shopping.
First she took them to lunch downtown. While they were eating, Philippe told her what he wanted to buy Raoul.
“A hat? Really? What kind?”
He looked up at her with excitement. “One like those farmers who took us on the sleigh ride the other night. I told our driver I liked his hat and Uncle Raoul said he did, too.”
“Oh … you mean an alpine hat.” No one would look more dashing in one than Raoul. Her heart thumped so hard, it almost knocked her over. “You really think Raoul would like one of those?”
“I know he would ‘cause he told me nobody ever gave him one and he always wished he had one just like it.” Come to think of it, she’d never seen Raoul in anything but a ski hat.
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