Santa's Baby

Ford Gamble is my dad's best friend. He's also the reclusive keeper of the Conception Ridge lighthouse. But I remember a time when he was around more-the perfect hotter-than-sin fodder for all my fantasies.

Now there's just enough silver in his shock of sexy hair and thick beard that he looks a little bit like a hot forty-something Santa, with six-pack abs. And that's what has me heading to the lighthouse on a dark, stormy Christmas Eve when the retirement home where I work needs a fill-in M...