Trading with the Boys

Damn, could she get any more perfect? Probably not.

“I think I just fell more in love with you,” I told her.

“Oh? And were you in love with me before?”

“Probably, yeah.”

I swooped in quickly, sliding an arm over her shoulder and guiding her in the direction of the parking area before Valerio even knew what happened.

“Let’s you and I go pull your truck around,” I said merrily. “While my friend here drags the tree up front for a fresh cut.”

Valerio looked like I’d just put an arrow through his heart. “B—But—”

“We’ll meet you at the wrapping machine in five minutes,” I grinned triumphantly at him. “So don’t slack off.”