It is an invitation to my thoughts

    She had no time for an impudent clerk—or so she thought. Scotsman William Stephen, who’d sent the clerk at Berry’s to the cellar to hunt for a special French cognac, took the rain-battered female to be a charwoman who hadn’t bathed in weeks. But when he saw her pale purple eyes, the color of heather, he decided to help her. An English lady, a handsome Scot and Christmastide all come together for a wonderful tale of unlikely love.