“I won’t say anything to anyone.”

His dark blue gaze locked with hers. “I never thought you would.”

They stared at each other. She felt tingles all the way down to her toes—ridiculous, yet true. How he would laugh if he knew.

“So, um, what are you doing in Wishing Tree?”

“Looking for inspiration. I haven’t been able to write for a while, and in the past I’ve had good luck with holiday songs. A former bandmate and close friend moved here a few years ago. He’s been telling me to spend Christmas in Wishing Tree, so here I am.” He picked up another pizza. “Steve bought a Christmas tree farm a few years back.”

Her eyes widened. “Steve Burdick?”

“That’s him. You know him?”

“His son, Noah, is in my class.” She smiled. “I’m his third-grade teacher.”

“Then I’ll see you Monday. I’m filling in for Steve for career day.”

She told herself cheering would be tacky. “The kids will enjoy meeting you. You’ll be their very first rock star guest.”

His mouth twisted. “To be honest, I have no idea what to talk about. Eight-year-olds aren’t my target audience.”

“Probably best not to discuss life on the road.”

The humor returned to his eyes. “You’re assuming a lot.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No.”

She grinned. “Then maybe talk about what it takes to write a song. Or show them a few chords on the guitar. Or what it’s like to record a song. Everything’s digital these days. Do you still go into a studio with the band? Stuff like that.”

He leaned back in his chair. “Thanks. Those are all good suggestions. I feel better.”

“Anytime. Now eat your salad. It’s good for you.”

One eyebrow rose. “So, you’re a bossy teacher.”

“When I have to be.”

“Good to know.”

Reggie knew the third Santa’s Sleigh had probably been a mistake, but she and her friends had been having such a good time. Back in Seattle she went out some, but not like this. Still, making up for lost time in a single night was going to lead to a very tough morning. She would have to remember to hydrate and take something for the inevitable headache.

“You’re a bad influence,” she told Paisley as they approached Reggie’s house.

“Only sometimes,” Paisley said, hugging her. “I’m so glad you’re back. I’ve missed you. Calls and texts aren’t the same.”

“I agree. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Oh, and text me when you get home so I know you’re okay.”

Paisley laughed. “What on earth would happen to me?”

“But you will text?”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Reggie started for the front door.

“Oh, and I’m really glad you and Toby are back together,” Paisley yelled from the corner.