Page 94 of Falling for Finn

Before I can say anything else, there’s a knock on my window. I smile wide when I see Levi.

“Sir, this isn’t a parking spot. It’s a sidewalk.”

I chuckle. “I’d like to order a double cheeseburger and fries. Want anything, babe?”

“This isn’t a Wendy’s either.” He rolls his eyes at me but then smiles at Oakley. “Hey, Oakley. How’ve you been? Enjoying our weather?”

I give him a look. “Back with the twenty questions again?”

He laughs, and Oakley speaks up. “I’m better now that I’m back in Vermont! Let’s not talk about the snow. There aren’t enough layers I can wear to stay warm.”

“Eh. You’ll get used to it,” he confirms. “Finn treating you okay? Or do you need a real man?”

I smack his arm. “Dude, I’m right here.”

Oakley cracks up. “Don’t worry. He treats me like a queen and even worships the ground I walk on.”

“He better,” Levi playfully warns. “Anyway, can you park in the field up front? The sleigh ride will be back from the tour in about five minutes and can pick you two up then.”

“I guess,” I tell him.

“Great, I’ll chat with ya when you return.” He taps the top of the truck, shoots Oakley a wink, then we head to the overflow area.

“How is he still single?” Oakley asks as we wait.

“He hasn’t met the right woman,” I tell her. “Have any friends for him?”

She shakes her head. “Nope and my only sister is married to the love of her life.”

I look out the windshield, searching for the horse-drawn carriage.

“That’s too bad. Maybe some annoying-ass woman will show up at his property, and she’ll sneak into his bed.”

Oakley lifts a brow. “Wouldn’t he be so lucky?”

I flash her a wink. “He’d be the luckiest man alive.”

We unbuckle, and I see our ride in the distance. Oakley’s eyes light up when she sees the Clydesdale horses.

“They’re gigantic,” she says, eager to get out of the truck. We wait for the sleigh to come to a stop and the people to unload, and then we step on. It’s big enough to fit eight people, but we’re the only ones waiting for it now. The midmorning rush is coming, though, especially now that the main lot is full.

“So is Levi Santa?” she whispers in my ear, and I let out a hearty laugh.

“If he is, he knows you’ve beenverynaughty.”

Once we take off, the bells on the horses jingle as they trot. The driver gives us a quick hello, and we make our way to the main area.

“This is a real wood sleigh. Been in Levi’s family for decades. I think his great-grandpa built it.”

“Seriously? Wow,” she says, enjoying the sweeping views of the snow-covered hills as the sun greets us up above. We take a small trail that runs perpendicular with the road, and I think Oakley’s disappointed when it comes to a stop by the gift shop because she was enjoying the ride.

I tip the driver, and when we step off, Levi greets us.

“So where do you keep the reindeer?” Oakley asks him, and he gives her his best belly laugh. He’s way too good at that, and of course, she eats it up.

“Ready to pick your tree?” he asks her, then hands me the axe.

“Wait! We’re cutting it down on our own like the freaking Griswolds?”

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