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carefully lay down in the snow and made her angel.
    When her arms and legs had stopped moving he scrambled to his feet. “Look at our snow angels, Gracie.” He held out his hand and she gripped his arm as he pulled her upright.
    “Hey, what about me? I might need a hand getting up.” Jordan rolled onto his side and stumbled to his feet. He looked down at the ground. “Best angels yet,” he sighed.
    Three perfectly formed snow angels lay on the ground. Gracie smiled and Trent knew she’d be all right.
    “It’s a great family tradition,” Gracie said softly. Daisy snorted and she glanced at the horses. They were standing a few feet away, patiently waiting for them. “We’d better get back. I’ve got some planning to do.”
    Trent helped Gracie onto her saddle. “Should I be worried?”
    “Maybe. You know what a Christmas tree means, don’t you?”
    “You want to buy more decorations?”
    Gracie smiled. “I’m married to a psychic.”
    Trent shook his head. “No. You’re married to a man on a tight budget.”
    “Don’t worry. I’ve got a good imagination.”
    Jordan shook his head when he saw the blush spreading like wildfire across Trent’s face. “Maybe I’ve had a lucky escape.”
    “Believe me,” Trent muttered. “When it’s the right woman, there’s no escape.”
     
    ***
    Gracie carefully unpacked the Christmas tree lights that Karen, Trent’s mom, had left in the attic. All of the other decorations that had filled the Christmas trees on the Triple L were at Karen’s home, waiting for her tree trimming party.
    “Couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow?” Trent grumbled.
    “Don’t be a Christmas Grinch. It’s the first time we’ve done this on our own.” Gracie handed Trent the last bulb in the first string of lights. “Put this at the top and we’ll work our way down.”
    Trent muttered something under his breath, but climbed the ladder anyway. “Did you test them to make sure the bulbs haven’t blown?”
    “Oh, so that’s why they weren’t working?”
    Trent looked down at Gracie. “Tell me that’s your sick sense of humor speaking?”
    She sent him a sassy smile before lifting another foot of lights off the floor. “I thought you married me because I’ve got an awesome sense of humor?”
    “I married you because you’ve got a hot little body. Did you test the lights or not?”
    “Yes, I’ve tested them. Would you like to test the hot little body tonight, too?”
    Trent wobbled on the ladder. “Can we talk about something else while I’m standing up here?”
    “Sure.” Gracie grinned at her husband’s back. “Your socks are cute. Someone with an awesome sense of humor must have bought them for you.”
    Trent shook his head and kept weaving the lights between the branches.
    Gracie had ordered two pairs of fluffy woolen socks from a store in New Zealand. They were black and covered in pictures of white sheep with Santa hats on their heads. As well as being super warm they were practical, especially essential when the non-slip soles were attached to the ladder.
    “Turn the lights on, Gracie.”
    “Now?”
    “It will make it easier to see if we’ve missed a branch.”
    Gracie scrambled around under the tree, trying to find the light switch.
    “There’s a small black box attached to the bottom of the cords. Push the button on the left, Gracie.”
    She pushed a green button and wiggled backward. “Is it working?”
    “Looks good.”
    She smiled at Trent. “You’re supposed to be looking at the tree, not my bottom.”
    “That too,” he laughed. “I can’t help it if you distract me.”
    Gracie blew him a kiss and stood up. The tree looked beautiful, even though they hadn’t added one decoration. “How was Jordan?” She asked.
    “Doing better than this afternoon. He was plastering the drywall in his apartment when I left the barn.”
    “Are you going to keep calling the guest accommodation, ‘the barn’? It sounds like there should be horses in