Wild West Christmas. Lynna Banning

      “Yeah.” He rubbed his neck. “Want to...” He motioned his head toward the living room.

      “Oh, yes.”

      For the next hour, Dillen played and Alice sang. Bill even sang a tune or two and the boys joined in on anything they knew. It was a magical evening. But afterward Dillen forced himself to remember that despite her wardrobe change, Alice was still a lady and he was still a saddle tramp.