Sarah feigned disbelief. “Rosie offered some of her grandmother’s cinnamon bread and you said no?”

He stared at her as if he didn’t see what the big deal was. Sarah didn’t believe that Rosie’s grandmother’s cinnamon bread would have wooed Bodie, but she was amused that Rosie had offered.

“Too bad for you,” she told him. “Rosie’s grandmother’s cinnamon bread is legendary. It’s a secret family recipe and she rarely offers to make it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind if I’m invited over again.”

A smile played at Sarah’s lips. “You do that.”

Bodie stepped back to survey the trees he and Sarah had decorated with the various ornaments for sale, along with the festooned pegboards.

“Not bad, if I do say so myself.”

“They’re beautiful,” Sarah agreed, looking wistfully at the trees. “Someone should buy the entire trees with everything on them so they could have these in their home exactly as they are right now.”

“That would be something,” Bodie agreed, turning an ornament to a better angle.

Sarah reached for the ornament at the same time, their hands brushing against each other’s. Her gaze cut to Bodie’s.

She had taken off her gloves some time back, to avoid the ornament hooks snagging on the material. Despite the chilly December air, her fingers hadn’t felt cold, but she imagined they did next to Bodie’s warm ones. She didn’t pull her hand away from his, just looked up at him, thinking how glad she was he was there, how much she looked forward to what the afternoon and evening would bring.

If Bodie were gone by Christmas, then this year, the On-The-Square Christmas Festival would likely be her most favorite day of the year rather than second-best.

Good thing she’d have her Grand Opening to keep her busy, with no time for dwelling on how much she would have enjoyed spending the day with Bodie, wrapping him in Christmas joy.

His blue gaze held hers, and then he smiled. Sarah felt as if she were a Christmas tree someone had just flipped the light switch on. She lit up so brightly that she was sure she shone for miles.

Her breath caught, getting trapped in her chest and making her feel a little lightheaded as her eyes searched his. For what, she wasn’t sure—she just knew that she looked into their blue depths for something more than what was on the surface.

“Thank you for coming today, Bodie.”

His fingers moving slightly against hers, he shrugged. “So far it hasn’t been too bad.”

“Not too bad,” she agreed, staring up at him and marveling at how she could feel so close to someone she’d only known a few weeks. “Good news is that the best is yet to come.”

“That best being the ornament hunt?”