The drive to the lot was quick. Quick enough that I didn’t even have time to get tense and worried about the slightly erratic way he handled my baby. When we pulled in, several families were perusing the trees, and two little kids were chasing each other and screeching. It hadn’t snowed yet, but it was bitterly cold. I wrapped my scarf around my chin and mouth and pulled my hat down over my ears before I pushed open my door. Noah was magically there, not helping or outwardly anxious, but just there and ready to help if I should have a problem. It was a hell of a lot easier getting in and out of my vehicle than it was his tiny car, though, so I didn’t have any trouble sliding out.
I took a deep breath and the scent of pine nearly overwhelmed me. But it was crisp and clean and a sight bette
