On the eighth day of Christmas my true love was the only maid a milking.... Except Abby Martin is no milkmaid, even if I do find her hanging out with cows a lot. And she isn't my true love. Is she? She's mother of one of my students and should be off limits. But I can't seem to stay away from her. Even if we have to keep it a secret at first, our chemistry needs to be explored and under the mistletoe seems the perfect place to do just that. But when things start to get real, I've got my work cut out for me proving to Abby and her daughter that this Christmas, we might all get the gift of love.