Logan hated winter. He hated the snow, even though it fell magically around him as he stamped his way toward the back barn. He hated the sight of the sleigh sitting out by the arena. He hated that he’d broken up with Layla, backed out of his agreement to be her Santa Claus, and that he wouldn’t be going to California with her at his side.
Only one thing made sense anymore. When Bergin had called and offered him a spot in the January courses, he’d practically heard the voice of the Lord telling him to take it. He’d prayed about Layla, and God had been decidedly silent on that front. Logan couldn’t make her decisions for her. He’d said he loved her. He’d asked her to come with him.
But deep down, he’d known she wouldn’t come in January. She needed a lot more time to make her plans, pack he
