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“Yeah, I scouted it out. I’m that way.” Theo pointed left. Then right. “You’re that way. It’s pretty,” he added as they waited for the walk light. “Got the postcard vibe going. We’ve got to start coming in at least two times a week. Grabbing a burger, a beer. That’s marketing, too.”
“We’ll get to it. Later,” Nash said, and started his walk—or climb—up the slope of the sidewalk.
Theo tucked the box under his arm and strolled across the street.
He really did like the look and feel of the town. Maybe it should’ve struck him as weird that he felt so free just walking here. He’d enjoyed New York, he really had, but he’d always felt pressure. Constant pressure, he thought now, through college, through law school. Get the grades, push harder, intern at the right firm.
And he’d liked the law fine, but he’d never loved it. Not the way he’d loved the first summer he’d hooked up with Nash for Habitat for Humanity.
Building something, doing good work, learning how to make something last. And meeting people from all over who wanted to do the same. All that had left a deep impression.
He marked that summer, after he’d turned twenty-one, had defied parental expectations and done exactly what he wanted, a precursor to this.
He’d pull his weight, he’d learn more. And he wouldn’t let Nash down.
Optimistic, and pulling on the charm as easily as he pulled on a hoodie, he walked into All the Rest’s town offices.
It surprised him. It had a homey rather than a business feel with its focal point of a brick fireplace, logs simmering, the couple of cozy chairs angled toward it.
The mantel held artfully arranged greenery and pinecones, red and silver balls, red and silver candles.
Clever framed photographs on the spruce-green walls showed the hills, the lake, the trails, and people enjoying them in all four seasons.
A long table held an arrangement of flowers, a laptop, and several neatly placed brochures, maps, and, hey, flyers.
A Christmas tree stood in the corner by the street-facing windows. Its lights gleamed icy white, decorations sparkled on the boughs. A real tree, he realized, with a star on top, that scented the office air with pine.
They needed to get a tree, he decided on the spot. A real one, and stuff to go on it.
Then she walked in, and his brain glazed over.
She had long hair, kind of golden brown, that spilled down past her shoulders. And a face that made his mouth go dry. Blue eyes, like a summer sky, lips, Christmas red, that curved into a smile.
She wore a blue dress and short, high-heeled boots.
And when she spoke, he actually felt a little dizzy.
“Good morning. How can I help you today?”
“Ah…”
He couldn’t remember. Honestly couldn’t remember for a minute where he was, why he was there.
She filled everything.
“Are you lost?”
“Am I… No, no. Sorry. I, ah, lost my train. Of thought. I’m Theo… Ah…” Jesus! “Littlefield.”
Her widening smile had the tiniest little dimple flickering at the top right corner of her gorgeous mouth.
He feared he might drool.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Pretty sure.” He had to get a grip. He held out a hand, and whenhe gripped hers, lost his again. Her hand, so warm and smooth, felt perfect in his.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Drea.”