The Holiday Inheritance

<p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Santa baby slip an Englishman under the tree for me...</em></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>When I received a letter in the mail explaining that I had inherited my great-aunt's estate in England I thought it was a scam. That kind of stuff only happens in the movies and last I checked I was not the main character in Hallmark's latest flick. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But it was real. And </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>something</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> possessed me to say yes. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Six months later I'm boarding a flight to England ready and anxious to get my new life started. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What I didn't expect was to land mid-snowstorm or to find a handsome older man waiting for me at baggage claim. He's tall rugged and drives an ancient Rover that looks like it's seen better days. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And because of said storm we're now stuck together in my new home. Snowed in for the foreseeable future.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Then there's the chemistry we have which neither one of us seems too eager to ignore.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Hell maybe I am the main character after all...</em></p>