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She glanced up at his gorgeous face. He had one of those faces that was going to look even more handsome as he aged.
“What’s that look for, Little Rebel?” he asked as he reached out and ran his thumb over her cheek.
“Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you, Daddy.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on tight.
“You’ve got that wrong. I’m the lucky one.” He kissed her before drawing back to give her a warm look. “And we’re going to find the perfect tree. Don’t worry; we won’t stop until we do.”
She squared her shoulders. “Right, Daddy. We better get to work then. Operation: ‘Find A Christmas Tree’ is on.”
Thankfully, not even two minutes later, she found it. She wrapped her arms around it. “This is the most perfect Christmas tree in the world!”
She conveniently ignored the fact that she’d thought the exact same thing about the last eleven trees she’d found as well. This one was it. She just knew it.
“Please say it’s good, Daddy! Please!” She turned and gave him her best begging look.
“This one . . . might just be it.”
Relief flooded her along with happiness, and she jumped up and down while clapping.
“Yay!”
“Okay, baby. I want you to stand over here while I chop it down, understand?” he said as he led her about five miles away.
All right, that was a slight exaggeration. But still, she was several miles away. Duke took her to an old stump where someone had obviously cut down a tree a while ago. He brushed off the snow and pointed to it.
“Sit. Stay.”
She sighed. Honestly, she wasn’t Hatter. Yet, she sat and stayed. Sunny wasn’t silly; she had a prime viewing spot to watch him chopping down the tree from there.
There was no way she was missing that.
A warmth filled her as she sat and watched him get to work.
Her man was hot.
Super hot.
She was so lucky.
The tree started to wobble, and she found herself suddenly sad. Okay, so she was swinging from one emotion to another. But she couldn’t help but think that the poor tree didn’t deserve to be chopped down just so she could have something pretty to stare at for a few weeks. Tears dripped down her face as it toppled with a bang.
“There, all done. I’ll just . . . Sunny? What the fuck? What’s wrong?” Duke jogged over, landing on his knees in front of her. “Did you hurt yourself? What’s the matter?”
“We cut down the t-tree.”
“What? Yes. Why?”
“I just feel bad. Poor tree was just here, living its life, and we came and cut it down.”
“Oh, baby.” The worry fled from his face, replaced by soft amusement.
“It’s not funny.”
“I know, Little Rebel. Come on. You’re just feeling a bit emotional at the moment, aren’t you?”
“I guess so. I don’t know why.”
“It’s because you’ve been watching those sad movies.” He frowned. “I think we need to put a stop to that.”
