Page 113 of The Christmas Tree Farm

And Bennett knew Edwin was right. It was hard to find good people.

And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let this one go.

‘What is it?’ she asked, as she got closer.

‘Treasure,’ he said, holding up the box. Kira’s eyes widened. It wasn’t hard to go from kneeling in the dirt to kneeling at her feet. It wasn’t hard to say what he did next.

‘Let’s cash them in, Peaches.’

She somehow managed to put the tray down before tackling him, tipping him backward into the grass.

‘Cash them in?’ she asked, grinning down at him, the sky impossibly blue behind her, his heart impossibly loud beneath her.

‘Yeah, let’s see how much we can get for them.’

Her smile grew, her eyes glinting with fresh ideas. ‘We can fix up the barn.’

‘Just like you wanted.’

‘Just like I wanted.’ She laughed and the sound mingled with the birdsong above them and the breeze in the rows of pine trees around them. ‘We can host parties. Weddings! Oh my gosh, it will be gorgeous. Can you picture it?’

It was his turn to smile. He’d help her fix up every inch of this place until it matched the dream she had when she moved here. He wasn’t going anywhere.

‘This is amazing,’ she said, sitting up and starting to sift through the box. ‘I can’t believe there was actually treasure here. This stuff looks old. Old and valuable. We can do so much with this.’

‘I think Edwin would be happy about your plans.’ Ben tugged her closer again, brushing his lips across her cheek. ‘As long as we do it together.’

‘I’m all in, if you are,’ she said. ‘Unless you’re getting tired of my crazy ideas.’

‘Never.’

‘Never?’

‘I’m in it forever, Peaches. Crazy ideas and all.’

She grinned up at him. ‘Okay. Me, too. It’s a deal.’

‘Deal.’ And he kissed her to seal it.