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“That could work,” Kayleigh agreed. “I think it would be a shame for you to only perform the program once after all the work you guys are putting into it.”

“I was thinking we could skate and then have the kids join Wilder on the ice. Somewhere in there, we’ll need to figure out how to do pictures with Santa.”

Kayleigh nodded. “Are you going to utilize Layla and Amelia?”

“Yep. I have a few little steps and spins for them to do during our program.”

“We need to get their costumes,” Kayleigh said.

“I’ve ordered mine and Wilder’s.” Lexi picked up her phone and tapped the screen a few times, then held it out to Kayleigh. “These are the ones I got.”

Kayleigh looked down at the phone, then smiled. “Those look great. I thought you might not be able to find a pretty but non-sexy Mrs. Claus.”

Wilder held out his hand for the phone so he could see what they were going to wear.

“There were a lot of those, but I found that one, and I actually liked it.”

“We need to send those pictures to Charli so she can find elf costumes that match.”

“Remember to turn in your receipts for this,” Hudson said. “Since Alexander initiated this idea and has approved the direction we’ve taken, the resort will cover all costs.”

“That’s great,” Wilder said, though he would have covered the costs of their costumes himself.

“Well, we need to get back to work, but I just wanted to check in and see how things were going,” Kayleigh said. “Wilder let me know you’d be rehearsing this morning, so I thought we’d come by.”

“You’re doing a great job,” Hudson said as he held out his fist.

Wilder bumped it with a grin. “Sure you don’t want to be an elf?”

“Oh, I’m quite certain I don’t want that.”

Laughing, the couple headed for the door.

Once they were gone, Lexi turned to him and said, “So, what do you think?”

“We definitely need more practice, but I think it’s going to turn out really well. I like it.”

Lexi smiled at his words. “Thanks for going along with this.”

“You say that like it’s a hardship for me,” Wilder said. “It really, really isn’t. I’m up for any adventure, and this feels a bit like an adventure.”

“I’m still getting used to that mindset. I haven’t met anyone quite like you before.”

“I am one of a kind,” Wilder said with a laugh. “God broke the mold after He made me.”

“Aren’t we all one of a kind?”

“I suppose. My mom always said she was glad God only gave her one of me.”

“Did you give her a run for her money?”

“I think I’m responsible for every gray hair on her head.” Wilder pushed back away from the boards, then stroked forward again. “I did all kinds of things when I was younger that scared my mom.”

“Like what?”

“I jumped off the first-floor roof onto the trampoline when I was ten. I built a five-foot bike ramp. Broke my collarbone onthat one. I think I’ve climbed every tree on our property. When my dad got us a dirt bike, I was the one who was banned from driving it because I always went too fast.”

“Your poor mom.”

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