His first encounter with her landed Adrian A. Wesley III in jail. that was just for openers. By the end of the night, the Philadelphia blue blood's cashmere coat was drenced in Kentucky bourbon, he'd witnessed one of Santa's helpers get glassy-eyed on Purple Passions and he'd asked a complete stranger to spend the weekend with him... Sandy Garrett had agreed to the illicit weekend only because she didn't believe the invitation for a minute. By morning, Adrian's brush with the masses would surely be reduced to an amusing anecdote and Sandy herself would be forgotten. Might as well believe in Santa Claus as believe she'd ever lay eyes on Adrian Wesley again. But wasn't Christmastime the season for miracles?