Chapter 10
“Chainsaw? Really?” Geoffrey said with a raised brow at Steve.
Steve shrugged. “Hey, I had to ask,” he said. “This is a Christmas farm after all, and she might need to help cut down a Christmas tree in an emergency situation.”
“I’m pretty sure it would never come to that.”
“You never know. Come to think of it, did you have to poke her like that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t pretend. I saw what you did at the end.”
Geoffrey leaned back. “We need someone who is not afraid to tell us like it is and won’t cower. You can be pretty intimidating with that facial bush of yours.”
Steve rubbed his jaw. “I’ll have you know this fine goatee brings me good luck.” He leaned forward. “But why do I sense there was something else behind that question?”
Geoffrey had no idea why he’d done
