If she has her way . . .
Willa Davis is wrangling puppies when Keane Winters stalks into her pet
shop with frustration in his chocolate-brown eyes and a pink bedazzled
cat carrier in his hand. He needs a kitty sitter, stat. But the last
thing Willa needs is to rescue a guy who doesn't even remember her . .
.
He'll get nothing but coal in his stocking.
Saddled with his great-aunt's Feline from Hell, Keane is desperate to
leave her in someone else's capable hands. But in spite of the fact that
he's sure he's never seen the drop-dead-gorgeous pet shop owner before,
she seems to be mad at him . . .
Unless he tempers "naughty" with a special kind of nice . . .
Willa can't deny that Keane's changed since high school: he's less
arrogant, for one thing--but can she trust him not to break her heart
again? It's time to throw a coin in the fountain, make a Christmas
wish--and let the mistletoe do its work . . .