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swiveled back, taking note of the tiny text at the far left of the leftmost monitor. “Is that the list?”
    “Part of it. My current assignment.”
    She peered closely. It was a spreadsheet of names, listing children with not only their ages, sexes, and regions but their hobbies, preferences, religions, and handicaps. Each year, elves in the field took note of which toys had been successful and which had not and updated the list accordingly.
    “Wow.” She settled back against his chest. “I have a new respect for what you do.” He flushed, and not just because the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on was curled up in his lap. “Thanks. But it’s nothing like what you do.”
    “No. But what we do is all flash and brawn. This”—she waved a hand at the monitors—
    “this is real work.”
    “Thanks.” He couldn’t help but be flattered. He barely even thought of what he did anymore. There were dozens if not hundreds of Web sites he visited on a regular basis just for his real work.
    “But”—she stood, keeping her free hand at the side of his neck as she faced him—“all work isn’t good for you.” She twirled a lock of his hair around her finger. “You’re off soon, yes?”
    “How did you know that?”
    She brought her other hand up but was prevented from laying a finger aside her nose because she was still holding her sandals. Laughing, she dropped her hand. “I have my ways.”
    “Oh.” He placed his fingers on the keyboard to input credit-card information. An idle, familiar moment to keep him from concentrating too hard on warmth she provided. “Yeah.” He startled when she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Come home with me.” An entirely undignified squeak burst from somewhere in his throat. “What?”
    “Come home with me.”
    “Why?”
    She giggled at his aghast look. “What? Don’t you want to fuck me?” A full-body shudder took him before he could play it cool. “Why me?” She was back to playing with his hair, tugging a little at the lock behind his ear. “Why not?”
    “You just came from a party.”
    “What?” She looked down at her clothing, at the sandals she held. “Oh. We were dancing at the Mistletoe.”
    “You can’t tell me there weren’t guys there dying to go home with you.”
    “There were.” Said without modesty, but then again, she didn’t need it. “But we have some unfinished business.”
    “We do?”
    “Yes. I like that you let me play with my toy while I was playing with you.” She shook her head. “I don’t think any of the other guys I could have taken home would have treated it with the same appreciation.”
    His jaw dropped. “Really?” That was his in? No, what was he thinking? He had no in . He had no chance.
    Her smile told him she understood his surprise. “Really.” “That’s… Huh.”
    Purring, she bent to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’m going to head on home and get everything ready.” Then a brush of lips on his. “Don’t keep me waiting long.” Tanty took her time strolling along the snow-lined avenue toward the hill, letting her mind wander. What would it be like to live in a world with different seasons? All her life, she’d known winter. She understood the magic that kept her alive, that made her and her magical race possible, also kept the North Pole realm in perpetual winter. It wasn’t the same winter as seen in the humans’ plane of existence. While cold, it was rarely a biting, killing cold, despite the constant snow. She had only seen pictures and read stories about lands that were free of drifts and hot and dry to the touch. About flowers so delicate they required a moderate heat to sustain life. Of animals that romped through the grass. Of grass. She only saw glimpses of such things during her trips to the humans’ realm when they visited the southern hemisphere. One day she’d love to actually see it in the daylight.
    Occupied with idle thoughts, she walked off some of her tipsiness. She waved