Riding in the sleigh with Sarah snuggled against him and snow falling around them had been surreal, like being trapped inside a magic snow globe where everything was perfect. Where he was a different person and not some jaded, broken man who’d only just begun to put his shattered life back together.

When Mr. Harvey stopped the sleigh, Bodie thought their adventure complete, but apparently Mrs. Harvey had other ideas as she joined them, camera in hand.

Rather than getting off the sleigh, Mr. Harvey told them to smile for the fancy camera his wife held.

“What is it with you people and pictures?” Bodie mumbled.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sarah teased. “Why don’t you make that funny face for me again?”

As she’d probably intended, Bodie smiled.

“Now,” Mrs. Harvey instructed. “If you look up, you’ll see that dear sweet husband of mine stopped in just the perfect spot for the next picture. As it just showed up there earlier tonight, we’ve decided ’twas a Christmas miracle and meant to be.”

Bodie and Sarah looked up and spotted the mistletoe at the same time. When they looked back at each other, Sarah’s eyes had widened.

“Now, now,” Mrs. Harvey tsked, motioning for them to cooperate. “Don’t be shy.”

Shy had nothing to do with it.

“I think she wants you to kiss me,” Sarah said slowly, her eyes growing even larger.

Bodie’s eyes might be huge, too. His hesitation certainly was.

“Doesn’t matter what she wants. We don’t have to kiss just because there’s planted mistletoe hanging from a lamp post.”

Uncertainty and what could only be labeled as disappointment shone on Sarah’s face.

Bodie’s stomach knotted. Did she want him to kiss her?

Memories of standing by their Christmas tree at Harvey Farm, of holding her hand earlier, swamped him, stirring his insides into a muddled mess.

He’d wanted to kiss her on both occasions. He wanted to kiss her now.

That didn’t mean he should.

“Quit making a big deal out of this and just kiss me,” Sarah ordered, sounding thoroughly fed up with the whole thing.

Bodie hesitated. When he still didn’t move, Sarah gave him a huffy glare. “Look, we may as well do this. The Harveys aren’t going to let us out of the sleigh until we do.”

“You’re sure?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, good grief, just kiss me and get this over with.”

Not sure he wanted to kiss Sarah under these circumstances but realizing the longer he hesitated the more awkward this would become, especially for Sarah, Bodie leaned in and touched his lips to hers, then backed away. The kiss, if you could call it that, lasted a millisecond.

“That was too fast,” Mrs. Harvey complained, her white brows drawn together in a frown. “I didn’t get a picture.”