Mistletoe Magic

Celia is certain she's about to experience the loneliest Christmas Eve ever. But a chance kiss from a handsome stranger leads to an evening of laughter, romance...and maybe just a little mistletoe magic.
If Celia never heard her store’s overly cheery mix of “holiday highlights” again, it would be too soon. Ditto for the elaborate decorations and unending crush of cranky last-minute shoppers. She risked a quick glance at her wristwatch. Twenty minutes to eight. Damn. She was already overdue for her break by almost half an hour, but at the rate she was going, she’d miss her chance entirely and would have to work straight
through until nine. Merry-freaking-Christmas. A red cashmere sweater was shoved under her nose. “Do you have any of these in an extra-large?” “If there aren’t any left on the table, then no, we don’t.” She forced a smile as she met her latest customer’s gaze. “I’m sorry.” Actually, she wasn’t all that sorry -- people
shopping at the last minute on Christmas Eve deserved what they got, as far as she was concerned -- but retail etiquette demanded at least a façade of concern. The woman heaved an exasperated sigh. The rhinestone Christmas tree pin on her
jacket lapel glittered under the fluorescent lights, but this particular customer’s expression was anything but festive. “Can’t you call another store to see if they have
any?” Right. The closest store was a half-hour away, and Celia would’ve bet her holiday overtime that they were as sold out of extra-large red cashmere sweaters as her own store was. The big sizes always got snapped up first. And never mind getting someone to even answer the phone, let alone leaving the sales desk long enough to go check inventory. A flat denial would not go over well. She hesitated, trying to decide which of
several neutral non-answers would get the woman off her back without causing a scene. None of them seemed particularly appealing.