The Angel Falls legend says that any couple who kisses in front of the angel statue and throws money into the falls, will have true love forever…

“All proceeds from photos this month go to the shelter party for Christmas presents for the kids,” Mary said, wielding her camera like a weapon. So how about puckering up for charity?”

“For charity,” Rafe said. “Of course.”

“Of course,” Kaitlyn said, as Rafe slid his arm around her back. And oh, she felt his warmth, right through her coat. The dangerous warmth that she was afraid to feel.

“This has gotten out of hand,” she whispered in Rafe’s ear. “We really should say something.”

“Yeah,” he said, staring at her lips and sounding very unconcerned. “We’ll clear everything up…later.”

She didn’t protest. She was too busy staring right back at his nice full lips too. Wait. What was she doing? What were they doing, buying trees and ornaments, walking around holding hands, and now this? And was it wrong to want to keep that magic going just a little while longer?

Mary positioned them so that the statue was directly behind them. Rafe still had his arm around Kaitlyn. If only she could have a little breathing room so she could think, because everything was so muddled in her head.

Suddenly there was the sound of money hitting the ground, pinging and scattering at their feet. A quarter hit one of the iron posts on the bridge and ricocheted into the water.

“Oh-oh,” Kaitlyn said. They all knew the legend: drop in some money, kiss your honey, true love forever, yada yada.

Rafe looked down, searching for the source of the change.

Kaitlyn blushed. “Some change just fell out of my coat pocket,” she said. She didn’t say both pockets had holes, because he’d have a field day with that.

“You don’t have to kiss me,” she rushed on to say. “After all, that quarter plunged right into the falls, just to let you know.” She pretended to laugh, but for some reason she wasn’t finding anything funny.

“I don’t care about the folklore,” Rafe said. “But I do care about kissing you.” He tugged her closer and, smiling, he looked around, scanning something behind her head.

“What are you looking at?” she asked.

“Just making sure no other Christmas trees are about to fall on us.”

She couldn’t help laughing. Rafe was so…ridiculous. Funny. Unexpected. Wonderful. Yes, sometimes he was just wonderful.

“Did you say a quarter fell in?” Mary asked. “They say you need two for the legend to count.”