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My heart swells so much it feels like it might burst.
“And,” Finn adds, his grin returning, “I can’t wait until our mom hears about this. She’s going to lose her mind. Like full-on planning-the-wedding, naming future kids, lose her mind.”
I groan, covering my face with my hands. “Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes.” Finn’s grin is wicked. “You thinkI’mbad? Wait until your mom hears this, too. Those two are going to be insanely annoying. Better brace yourself.”
“Finn!” I peek at him between my fingers, mortified and laughing.
“Hey, I’m just saying—we have all been rooting for this. Even Junie can see it.” He winks.
I shake my head, still smiling. “You’re insufferable.”
“Yeah, but you love me,” he says cheerfully, grabbing another donut from the box.
And annoyingly, I do.
When the back door opens again and Remy and Junie comestomping in with snow on their boots, Finn straightens like he wasn’t just giving me the most heartfelt pep talk of all time.
“Everything good in here?” Remy asks, eyeing the two of us suspiciously.
“Perfect,” Finn says with an innocent smile. “Just getting to know my future sister-in-law better.”
I nearly spit out my coffee. “Finn!”
Remy narrows his eyes. “What did you say to her?”
“Nothing you wouldn’t have,” Finn says with a shrug, biting into his donut. “Carry on with your smooching. I’ll be over here, third-wheeling like a champ.”
Junie giggles, and Remy groans, but when his eyes meet mine, there’s something warm there. Like he heard everything I just promised Finn without me saying a word.
And that makes me want to kiss him all over again.
Chapter 16
Remy
The tree farm is buzzing and humming with life. Couples, families, and kids run from tree to tree, arguing over which one is “the one.” The photographer is back, and families have come in from hours away to take part and pick out the perfect family tree. And Ivy? She’s in her element.
She’s standing by the big display wreath, talking to a couple about tree care, her hands gesturing animatedly as she explains how to keep their tree fresh until Christmas like I showed her. She’s smiling so wide it hurts to look at her—not that I’ve been able to stop looking, anyway. I’ve been smiling like a fool, and I’m practically floating around the place.
I hoist a fresh-cut tree onto my shoulder, carrying it toward a customer’s truck. Halfway across the lot, I glance back just in time to catch her staring at me. Really staring.
When our eyes meet, she gives me a sexy smirk, and I see the pink in her cheeks.
I grin, bigger than I mean to, and damn, if it doesn’t feel good.
By noon, we’re starving, so I pull her into the smalloffice and shut the door behind us. The little heater hums as we sit across from each other at the desk, unwrapping sandwiches and brushing pine needles off the paperwork.
Ivy takes one bite of hers, then immediately leans over and snags a chip from my bag.
“Hey,” I protest.
She grins around the chip like she’s innocent.
“You don’t even like this kind,” I say. But really, she could have anything she wants.
“I changed my mind. Yours taste better,” she says with a shrug, popping another one in her mouth.
