They were still searching ten minutes later. Ben insisted that as it was to be their first tree it had to be perfect. Just the right size, shape, and…Aaron just nodded and kept trudging through the snow, not complaining about no longer being able to feel his feet. He could have stopped this sooner; it was his fault. Did he regret not speaking out? He didn’t know. He’d give Ben another five minutes then call a halt. He distracted himself by trying to think up what to get Ben for Christmas. He’d been racking his brain for days. Each time he asked Ben for ideas, the man said he had everything he needed. He’d follow that statement up by wrapping Aaron in a bear hug and kissing the smaller man silly. Out of desperation, Aaron had turned to Tammy. Busybody that she was, she made endless suggesti
