Glancing down at the photo on her phone, she laughed. “That’s your funny face?”

He glanced at the photo. He was looking at her rather than at the phone camera. “Looks funny to me.”

“O-kay.” She laughed again, then moved away from him and aimed her phone in his direction. “Let me take one of you and Harry.”

“Why?” Bodie frowned. He wasn’t much for pictures. Never had been. Which was just as well, as he’d never wanted his image to end up on social media. When one worked in the shadows, one didn’t post pictures.

Not that he was working in the shadows anymore. Not yet, anyway.

“Because after seeing how hilarious you were in our funny picture, I have to have one of you and Harry. Try smiling this time.”

Bodie shrugged, got down next to Harry, then smiled for Sarah. It wasn’t as if smiling was difficult when she was around.

Obviously satisfied with her picture, she rewarded him with one of her smiles, pocketed the phone, then took his hand. “Let’s go have some fun scoping out our competition.”

Bodie laughed. “Ah, so it’s not all fun and games at the Christmas Festival.”

Sarah smiled at him. “Did I say ‘scoping out our competition’? Oops, I meant, ‘supporting the other booths.’ Those ‘s’ words trip me up sometimes.” She hesitated. “You are okay with staying a while longer?”

He should have left hours ago. But he hadn’t. What could staying longer hurt?

“Let’s go scope out—I mean, support other booths.”

“But only if we’re not needed at our booth,” she reminded, grinning at him.

“Our booth first, then support other booths.”

Her smile lit up her entire face. “You’re going to be glad you stayed.”

Possibly.

He suspected the day would linger in his mind much longer than the images on Sarah’s phone.

Their booth was having a post-tree-lighting rush. Bodie and Sarah jumped in to help as Maybelle, Rosie, and Claudia were busy waiting on customers. As she often was, Ruby was off somewhere with Charlie.

When the rush passed, Sarah and Bodie offered to stay, but the Butterflies refused.

“There’s another round of volunteers signed up who should be here any moment,” Rosie assured.

“Plus, we’re almost sold out.” Claudia gestured to the pegboards, which were starting to look bare. “We’ve depleted our reserves, so this is it.”

“Go,” Maybelle insisted. “I signed on to stay until close. Your dad and some other volunteers are going to help with shutdown. Working in the booth makes me feel useful since these legs of mine are too old to walk around much more tonight.”

“You heard her, folks. She admitted she’s old,” Rosie called out with glee. “Anybody get that recorded? I’d be up for watching an instant replay.”

Just as Sarah and Bodie were leaving, a distressed Ruby rushed into the tent.