Snow fell softly but steadily as we left Zack’s. I was pleased I’d packed my tall boots, as the snow was already up my ankles.
“It’s so peaceful out here.” I held out a hand to feel the snowflakes as they prickled my warm skin.
“Come with me.” Ty pulled me in the opposite direction of the hotel, then through a little walkway out toward the main street. “Apparently, every year, the stores and restaurants decorate for Chris—” He stopped as I cut him off while I took in the scene.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered at the Thomas Kincade painting in front of me, “it’s gorgeous.”
“It really is.” We moved into the center of the quiet street and admired all the colored lights. All different sized trees lined the storefronts. Some were decorated with red and gold bows, some had oversized ornaments, som
