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“Those customers can be demanding, but this—the kids are going to love these.”
“The adults will, too. You think you can have a display ready for Christmas? Maybe we can debut it in front of the family.” I hoped things with Sarah were going well by then. I wanted to show it to her that night.
I didn’t like the idea of not seeing them on Christmas, but I had no idea what their plans were. Sarah said her family lived in town, but what about Addy’s dad? He wasn’t involved, but surely, he’d visit on Christmas. Maybe he took Addy for the day. The thought sank like a rock in my stomach.
“I think that’s doable.”
“I don’t want you to work nights to get it done, though.” I was concerned about him.
Talon grinned. “You know me.”
“I do know you. That’s why I think you won’t be getting much sleep the next couple of weeks.”
“I like to keep busy.”
“You need a life.” I felt conflicted because I wanted the light display done.
“I have my work. What else do I need?”
“Someone to spend time with at the end of the day.” I enjoyed my solitude. But that was before Sarah and Addy came into my life, and now I saw events as an opportunity to spend more time with them. “You could cut a tree and decorate it for the holidays.”
He shook his head. “All I do is sleep at home. What do I need a tree for?”
“I’m putting one up.”
“You’re just like Emmett. You find a woman, and you get all into the holiday stuff. I thought our motto was that Christmas was for the customers. We were too tapped out by it to bring it into our houses.”
“That is what I thought before I met Sarah and Addy.” And none of us would have said that to our mother.
Talon shook his head. “I’m disappointed in you. I thought you’d be a bachelor forever.”
“I’m not saying that Sarah’s the one for me. We only just started seeing each other.”
“You’ll get wrapped up in her life and won’t have time for the farm anymore.”
That pierced my heart because it was the one thing I was worried about. “I won’t let that happen.”
“Sure, you won’t. Look at Emmett. He’s not even as grumpy as he used to be. You used to joke that you were married to the farm.”
“That was after Dad died.” And I was mired in guilt.
“So, what changed? You meet one person, and your priorities are messed up?”
“They’re not out of whack. I’m still doing my job.”
“Are you, though? You usually work every night. Now you’re taking evenings off.”
“Are you listening to yourself? You’re mad because I’m taking my time off.”
“You never did before.”
“And I probably should have. We can’t work twenty-four seven. We’ll burn out.”
“I haven’t yet.”
His clothes were rumpled, and I was suspicious he’d been wearing them longer than twenty-four hours. Who knows when he’d showered last? “Maybe if you met someone, you’d shower, change your clothes, and eat some food. You know, take care of yourself.”
“What’s the point? I’m doing what’s important. You wanted these decorations ASAP.”
