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as a cop, is my friend okay?"
    He signed and dropped his gaze to the snow covered ground for a second. "He's fine. We got here in time."
    Noelle breathed a sigh of relief as she placed her hand over her chest. "Thank you."
    "I'm not supposed to say this, but we were tipped off my Mrs. Claus and by an Officer Mike Boris of Memphis that the killer might return here tonight. Friend of yours?"
    She nodded.
    "We weren't going to come out here on such a cold night because of Mrs. Claus. You know how family members of victims can be."
    Actually she didn't, being only a traffic cop, but nodded anyways.
    "It was Officer Boris who convinced us to check this place out. He was right. Not an hour had passed since we got here that Mr. Carlson dragged a tied and beaten Mr. Claus here." He glanced back at the commotion for a moment before turning back to her. "Thank your friend for saving him."
    "I will." Shit! She'd have to buy Mike a big bottle of rum or something. She didn't expect he would call the cops. He totally came through for her.
    The officer turned to leave again and she stopped him once more. "Can you tell Santa Noelle is here? For when he has a minute. He left his wallet with me and I want to give it back to him."
    He nodded. "Sure will." The officer walked away.
    She climbed back into her car, waiting, watching, as the police cars started to drive away and the ambulance left too. It was down to just a few flashing lights now, and from the maze of lights and falling snow, a handsome man stepped out and set her heart to flutter.
    Santa approached and Noelle climbed out of the car. Butterflies danced in her belly. Were they about to have that awkward after sex conversation? Was he about to tell her that it was fun, and that it's all it was?
    Heck! She half expected that, so she already held the cell phone and wallet in hand. Once he came to stand before her, she reached her hands out. They trembled from the cold and she smiled at him. "You forgot those at the…"
    She didn't have a chance to finish her sentence before being pressed against her car as his strong body covered hers. His hands cupped her face as his warm mouth made love to her lips. The kiss was rushed and needy, hungry and full of urgency.
    Nope. There was no awkward goodbye for them. Not with that kiss. This was a hello kiss, an I've missed you and want to be inside of you kind of greeting.
    Once he pulled away, the last of the police cars were gone. He took the phone and wallet and placed both in his pockets before taking her hand into his.
    "Why did that guy try to kill you?"
    "I'll tell you later." He pulled her away from the car. "Come on, I have to show you something."
    Santa led her toward the sleigh. "Let me tell you a story about this."
    Noelle admired the smooth metal, painted red. It had to be old, as the paint had dulled and there were rust spots on the sides and bottom. A chain connected the sleigh to nine metal reindeer, which were also rusty.
    "This sleigh has been in my family for generations." He looked at it lovingly, with pride in his eyes. "My great, great, great-grandfather, was very rich. He owned half this town and every year around Christmas, he would go around town dressed as Santa Claus and give children candy. Of course, that was his name and all kids believed in him. It's kind of a family tradition to keep that name for all the boys. I'm just glad I'm an only son. My dad was Santa Claus Two while his brother was Santa Claus One. Anyway, one year, when he was getting old, my great, great, great-grandfather, had a sleigh made with nine reindeer. He was having a hard time walking, so every year on Christmas morning, he would have his sons take out the sleigh for him, and he would sit on it and give out candy to the children there.  The whole town cried at his funeral once he died. He was really loved. At the reading of the will, he left his sleigh to the park district, with the promise they would bring it out every holiday season for the