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To the Yule Tree.
A legend no more.
And if her broomstick had been carved from that same ancient lineage, then of course it would be drawn there.But how had it known when she left home, and why now?
Her head throbbed with more questions than answers.Resting her head in her hands, she stared at the spot on Ivar’s map until she reached the only conclusion there was.“I’ll go.”The words came softly as her gaze slid to the broom.“We’llgo.But if you pull any magic-stunt nonsense in front of Ivar, I will donate you to the nearest charity shop.”
The curtains settled.The fire crackled.
And Holly climbed into bed, her mind racing.
Decisions were familiar territory.But this was different.Uncovering a legend might have consequences she couldn’t begin to predict.And of course, it might not be anything, but if it was the Yule Tree… then what?
It was far too soon to share her suspicions with her father.Calling him up and causing a stir over unfounded suspicions might derail any chance at promotion.But presenting proof?That was a game changer.
Ivar would need the coordinates so he could plan for tomorrow.But it was after nine, and texting him at this hour felt oddly intimate, given they’d never texted before.
How to begin?“Hey, Ivar, it’s me.”No, because what if she came up as an unknown number?And “hey” was far too familiar.“Hello” sounded weirdly formal.She decided on, “It’s Holly Kringle.I have a suggestion for tomorrow.”Unfortunately, that’s not what she typed.
Holly: It’s Kringle.
Trying to backspace and fix her mistake, she hit enter and grimaced when three dots appeared.
Ivar: Copy that, Kringle.Ranger here.Over.
She laughed, despite her embarrassment.
Holly: I have a suggestion for where to start tomorrow.
Ivar: Copy that.Please send mission coordinates.
Laughing harder now, she sent him the location.
Ivar: Document received.Mission commences at 0900.Goodnight, Kringle.
(pause)
Holly: Goodnight, Ranger.
Holly set her phone to charge and turned out the light.Closing her eyes, she willed her thoughts to still.But instead of spreadsheets and site plans or even thoughts of the Yule Tree , she saw a quiet pond, a cozy cabin, and a certain park ranger’s smile.
He believed in a magical tree.If she revealed herself, would he believe in her?
CHRISTMAS EVE COUNTDOWN
DAYS
14
sleigh what?
Holly
Coffee.Sheneededcoffee.
Sleep had abandoned her around three, leaving her tossing and turning, wondering if she should tell someone her suspicions.Rita?Her father?Her brother Henry?This was his kind of thing.
But she’d done nothing.Evidence first.Then the frenzy at HQ.
