“Wow, man. Thank you. We really appreciate that.”
Candace nodded. “Thank you. That’s so kind of you.”
Jackson motioned at them. “Why don’t you two go get bundled up and I’ll get the golf cart ready. Meet back here in about ten minutes?”
“Perfect,” Brent said.
Jackson walked away, and Brent turned toward Candace with his arms outstretched. “I told you I’d get you out of here.”
She smiled brightly back at him. “I’m so excited. I better hurry and get back to my room to grab my coat.”
He lightly grabbed her elbow. “Give me your room key and take a seat. I’ll go get it.”
She only hesitated a moment before she gave him her key and told him where to find her coat and gloves. He went up to their rooms and got their items before getting back down to the lobby and helping Candace into her coat.
Only a few minutes later, Jackson walked into the lobby and motioned for them to follow him. They went outside to find a golf cart with clear tarps strewn over the sides to keep the wind and water out. He unzipped a flap and held it open as Brent helped Candace inside before sitting down himself.
Jackson zipped it back up before walking around and sliding into the driver’s side. Then he turned around to face them. “Everyone good?”
Brent and Candace nodded. Jackson drove the golf cart through the parking lot slowly before getting to the street. He looked both ways before maneuvering them across the street and down a makeshift road to a freshly plowed drive where several white tents were set up. Jackson pulled up in front of the first tent and several people waved at him. He waved back before hopping out and unzipping the flap to help them out of the golf cart.
He tipped his head toward the first tent filled with books, where a petite blonde woman smiled at him. “I’m going to hang out right here for you. When you’re done, come back over here and I’ll take you back.”
“Thank you,” Brent said.
“Of course. Take your time.”
Brent and Candace watched him walk into the tent and hug the woman.
“If we could see sparks…” Candace said.
Brent smiled. “Think there’s something going on between them?”
“The air is so thick you could cut it with a knife.”
Brent chuckled and threw one more glance at Jackson, who stared at the blonde like she was the best thing in the world.
Brent and Candace moved down the line of tents, and Brent kept a hand poised behind Candace to help her in case she needed it. But she crutched through there eagerly as if she hadbeen on crutches before. And maybe she had. He didn’t know, but now he wanted to.
“Have you been on crutches before?”
She glanced up at him and shook her head. “No. Why?”
“You just get around well.”
“Is that surprising?”
“Not at all. I’m impressed.”
She smiled up at him before stopping in front of a tent. It read The Range Bar and Grill. A Christmas Market drink menu was posted in front.
“I could so use a drink right now.”
Brent chuckled. “Let’s get one.”
The list was adorably decorated with all drinks having Christmassy names. Brent skimmed over it and smiled at the man standing on the other side of the table.
“Could I get an Old Fashioned Christmas, please?”
