Page 41 of Under the Mistletoe
“I’m a master at capital letters.” Logan settled into a folding chair.
“That will work.” Devin pulled out a clipboard and handed him a sheet of paper. “You work on that list, and I’ll work on this one.”
Logan grabbed a bottle of red glitter glue and worked at breaking the seal. “Does the color matter?”
“No.” Devin claimed the green.
“And this is for the event tomorrow. Which is…?”
“They’ll be able to decorate them and meet Santa. We’re having it at the James Tree Farm. Cole is going to play Santa.”
“Better him than me.” Logan started shaping out perfectly blocked letters. “Then what do you have planned next?”
“A gingerbread house building event next Saturday. Then I’m still trying to figure out the live Nativity for the twenty-first. I met with the Millers, and they agreed to have it there. But I’m not sure if it’s too far for people to drive. Not to mention my boss is worried it’s a liability. But I met all the animals, and they seemed adorably sweet. I wanted to have a snowman-building contest. But I’m not sure I have enough time.”
“Aren’t you a go-getter.” A smile tugged at his lips, but his eyes never left the letterAhe was shaping out.
“Or a fire starter.” She bit the side of her lip. “We can only hope there’ll be no actual flames at any of the events.”
“That’s it! You’re a fire starter.”
She huffed a laugh. “Thanks a lot.”
“No, seriously. Great ideas and getting them going are your superpower. You just need to be sure to surround yourself with fire tenders. Let people help.” He offered her a small wave. “My name is Logan, and I am a fire tender. I’ll be happy to help with anything you need. Even a last-minute snowman-building contest.”
“I only put it in there because I’ve never built a snowman, and it would give me an excuse to act like a kid.”
“You are never too old to build a snowman.” His piercing blue eyes looked right at her.
“Someday.” She picked up a stocking and started adding the next name. Could it really be that simple? Her parents had taught her to be self-sufficient, and she was, but maybe surrounding herself with people who could help wasn’t the same as being dependent. She had started to put some trust in Hannah and Libby helping, but they’d backed out of that fast enough today.
“How could Hannah and Libby not wanting to help me be about you?”
“What?”
“When we saw Hannah and Libby earlier, you said, ‘That was about me, not you.’”
“They’d be happy to help you. I’m sure if they knew they made you feel that way, they would feel terrible. What I meant was that they wantedmeto help you.”
“Why?”
Logan ducked his head and seemed to be putting a lot of focus into the name John.
“Logan?”
“Remember”—he pointed his thumb toward himself—“not the best with words.”
“Then maybe you need to practice.” She angled her head, trying to catch his eye.
He finally released a deep sigh. “My family knows…well, they guessed…you see…”
Devin’s hands stilled. “Yes?”
“I used to have a crush on you back in college.” The words came out rushed.
Devin’s hands froze as energy ran along her skin. Had he said…? Her gaze lifted to his.
“I know, crazy, right?” His head ducked again, and he hunched over the stocking, forming the letter B. “Anyway, my family has decided to take that bit of information and play matchmaker. Like I said. Sorry.”
