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“I see. Do you like your job?”

“I love it. Do you like yours?”

“Very much,” he said.

After finding a place to park, Kinley opened the door, stepped out, and met Levi at the front of the vehicle. He motioned for her to lead the way, and they walked toward the large white tent when he spotted Nick walking toward them.

Kinley turned and grinned.

“Nick, how are you?” she asked as he hugged her.

“Great. You? Levi, how are you doing?” Nick shook his hand.

“I’m doing well, Nick. You?”

“I can’t complain. There’s hot chocolate and coffee in the tent. Do you need to go up to the trees or getting one already cut?”

“We’d like to go up to the trees. How’s Paige and those kids of yours?”

Nick grinned. “Just perfect. She’s in the tent. Just let me or one of the guys know when you want to go to the trees.” Nick smiled, then walked off to talk with someone else.

“He’s so great,” Kinley murmured as she watched Nick walk off.

“Nick’s a nice guy. Come on, let’s get something to warm us up.”

They entered the tent and he saw Paige coming toward them.

“Kinley. Levi,” she said with a smile.

“Paige, it’s so nice to see you again.” Kinley hugged her.

Levi hugged her too. “It’s good to see you, Paige.”

“You too. Do you guys want hot chocolate or coffee?”

“I definitely want hot chocolate,” Kinley said.

“I’ll have the same,” Levi said.

“We’ll see you later, Paige. Have a great day.” Kinley smiled.

“You both have fun picking out trees.”

After they finished their drinks, Levi went in search of someone to drive them to the trees.

Levi returned to Kinley. “We have a ride.”

“Okay. The smell here is amazing.”

When the truck pulled up beside them, Leviopened the back door for her, holding her hand as he did, then he motioned for her to slide over and climbed inside her. She smiled as the truck made its way through the snow tracks, then gasped when she saw the endless rows of trees.

“Oh, my. How am I supposed to choose?” Kinley asked as she hopped out of the truck.

“Don’t you get one here every year?” Levi took her hand as they walked toward the trees.

“I usually buy one already cut from Chuck Sampson. He sells Nick’s trees, but when Addison started talking about getting a fresh-cut tree, I knew I had to do it.”

“Without having a way to haul it,” he said, shaking his head, making her laugh.

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