“Pretty much, yeah,” I say as I look at her. When we were about to go outside, I saw her grab her tiny pink coat, and I told her—in prettier words—that there was absolutely no way she’d survive the afternoon in negative-degree weather with that tiny thing. I handed her one of the old winter coats I wore when I was a teen that doesn’t fit me anymore, yet even if Wren is a tall woman, she looks to be floating in fabric. I coupled it with old mittens, a hat, and a scarf. Nothing about the outfit matches, and she looked at me like I was crazy when she put it on, but her lips are perfectly pink, and I don’t think any part of her is freezing, so I’d say it’s good enough.

“People can always pick some of the trees we’ve already cut down, but usually when they come to Evermore, it’s because they want to do it themselves.”

“I can see that, yeah,” she says while looking around. Her eyes are round, as if she’s amazed by the whole ordeal. Seven or eight families work on finding the perfect tree to bring home—some large with five children, others with one or two kids who look old enough to be in college.

She points to one couple in their thirties who work on cutting a tree with a hand saw. “Is that hard? I thought you used chainsaws or something.”

The smaller of the two women has the saw in hand while the other cheers her on. She’s maybe halfway there.

“We do, but the clients use the safer tools.”

She eyes the large saw before muttering, “Safer. Sure.”

“It is. Practically foolproof.”

Her dark brows climb on her forehead.

I smirk. “Wanna try?”

She takes a step back. “No.” Her frown is as if I’d suggested she perform a tap dance in front of everyone.

“Come on,” I say, walking toward one of the saws we left at the entrance of the farm. “I’ll show you. It’s not that hard.”

“It’s okay, I don’t need to—”

“You think you can’t do it?”

She stops in her tracks, then says, “Give me that saw.”

I grin. Wren Lawson truly only needs to be dared to want to do something. Noted.

With someone who gives answers as scarcely as she does, you pick whatever you’re given.