Christmas Eve dawned with the promise of snow. Sure enough, the white stuff started falling by mid-morning, making Logan’s already stretched nerves even tighter. He’d been working since Layla’s texts to get everything ready for her arrival—and snow was not welcome.
“It’s snowing,” Darren said when Logan arrived in the barn.
“I’m aware.” He brushed the precipitation from his shoulders in exaggerated sweeping motions.
“You ready for this?”
Logan inhaled and tried to center his spirit. “I think so. You think you can convince Layla to get out to the sleigh in the snow?”
“I’ll try.”
Logan couldn’t expect him to do more than that, but his mood only darkened as the minutes until lunchtime passed. He did very few chores, but went out to the sleigh to check that his gift was still there. He r
