“I love them both.” And I love you.

“Yay!” She set down the snow couple and kept the wreath ornament. “Come on.” She took his hand, hurrying toward the craft table, and said, “Let’s get our names put on the banner.”

Two bags of ornaments later, they headed out of the gift shop. The sun was starting to set, and people were loading trees onto their cars.

“Wow, the sunset is gorgeous.” Roni pointed to the fiery sky in the distance as they walked by the loading area. She nudged Quincy and said, “Hey, isn’t that the guy who won second place at the scavenger hunt?”

He followed her gaze to Jon Butterscotch. He was standing a few feet away talking with a tall blonde who looked annoyed as she sent trees through a tree baler. “Yeah, that’s Jon.”

Jon waved them over as they walked past and said, “Hey, Quincy. Great to see you.”

“You too, Jon. This is my girlfriend, Roni. Roni, this is Jon Butterscotch.”

Jon lifted his brows and grinned. “Ah yes, the hundred-point kisser.”

Roni blushed. “That’s me. I saw you at the bachelor auction a few months ago.”

“That figures,” the blonde uttered as she shoved a tree through the baler.

“Aw, don’t get jealous, Tater Tot,” Jon said flirtatiously. “Next year you can try to win fifty shades of sweetness.”

The blonde rolled her eyes and moved a netted tree to the side with the others.

“Quincy, do you know Tater?” Jon asked. “We go way back to when she was just a sweet young thing.”

The blonde narrowed her eyes and said, “Call me that again, and you’re next in the baler.” She turned a warm smile to Quincy and Roni and said, “I’m Tatum Helms. Nice to meet you both.”

“Hi. I’m Quincy, and this is Roni.”

“Do you own the tree farm?” Roni asked, eyes dancing with excitement.

“My family does,” Tatum said. “I’m in town helping out for a little while.”

“I was just arranging for her to deliver my tree to me Friday night.” Jon winked at Quincy.

Tatum put another tree through the baler and said, “Not happening, Butterscotch.”

Quincy chuckled.

“I’ve been dying to come here for years,” Roni said. “Your family makes it so special. We’ve done almost everything and bought nearly every ornament you have.” She waved to the bags in Quincy’s hand. “It must have been amazing growing up around all these festivities every year.”

“Not for this Scrooge,” Jon said. “Tater hates Christmas.”

Jon had big ones to keep calling her that with the visual daggers she was sending his way.

“Really? Why?” Roni said empathetically.

“I don’t hate Christmas.” Tatum glanced at Jon with narrow eyes and said, “Let’s just say some bad memories have soured it for me.”

“Aw, come on. You love me,” Jon said jovially.

Tatum scoffed. “As much as I love stepping in a steaming pile of—”

“Got it,” Quincy interrupted. “Good luck, Butterscotch. Nice to meet you, Tatum.”