He pulled back onto Main Street and drove past the edge of town. At a huge, hard-to-miss bright red sign with white lettering that read Snow Acres Trees and Reindeer, he turned right onto a plowed road.
“No way,” she said, tossing him an excited glance as he drove around a slight curve and they came upon a fenced enclosure, where half a dozen reindeer nibbled on hay. “You have reindeer!”
He chuckled as he backed the truck up to a sprawling barn. “I do have reindeer. Want to meet them?”
“Yes!” she said, barreling out of the vehicle the moment he stopped. She wanted to race over to the fence but instead walked around to the back of the pickup where Ky moved the bags of feed onto the tailgate. “Is that for the reindeer?”
“Yep. I mix up my own blend of food for them with oats, herbs, and other nutrients they need. Just give me a minute to unload these bags, and then we’ll visit the reindeer.”
Before he could hop out of the pickup, two young men appeared and started helping him carry the heavy sacks of feed.
“Some of my hired hands,” Ky said, introducing her to the boys. “They’ll be here all day, keeping an eye on the reindeer and greeting any visitors.”
When the feed was unloaded and stored in the barn, Ky walked over to an old refrigerator and pulled out a handful of carrots. “If you feed them, they’ll be your friends for life.”
Sierra forgot all about how much she despised anything to do with Christmas as she leaned over the fence, feeding the reindeer carrots and patting them on the neck.
“What are their names?” She cast a glimpse at Ky, then returned her attention to the reindeer.
“Doc, Sleepy, Bashful, Grumpy, Happy, and Sneezy.”
“Seriously?” she asked, giving him a disbelieving glance.
“Seriously. I let the pastor’s kids name them.”

Excerpt 3:

Sierra forced a smile, grabbed Jenn’s hand, and headed toward the door. “I’m starving. I think a big breakfast is in order. We’ll work it all off shopping.”
“Now you’re talking.” Jenn grinned as she grabbed her wallet and room key, and then the two of them stepped into the hall.
They both stopped at the sight of a man wearing a top hat and black tuxedo jacket with tails carrying a potted Christmas tree as he stepped off the elevator. He held a large gold gift bag decorated with white snowflakes in his other hand. When he looked at them, Sierra sucked in a gasp of surprise. The handsome guy looked exactly like the cowboy she’d met last night.
“Sierra?” he asked, his smile broadening as he walked over to them. “And Jenn. Hey! Fancy meeting you girls here.”
Jenn remained mute as she looked from Ky to Sierra, as though she struggled to make sense of their acquaintance.
Sierra wondered how Ky knew her friend’s name but couldn’t keep from grinning at him. “Good morning, Ky. What are you doing dressed like that, carrying a Christmas tree?”
“It’s a service I provide mostly during the holidays, but it extends through this weekend. I grow Christmas trees. Some hotel guests like to have a Christmas tree in their room, so I deliver them for a fee. They can choose between a live one in a custom-crafted wine barrel planter or a fresh-cut tree in one of my specialty stands. I provide lights and ornaments. They have options of elegant, whimsical, or traditional decorations.”
“That’s really neat,” Sierra said, thinking Kylan Snow looked even better in the broad light of day than he had last night. The tails and top hat sure didn’t hurt any either. He really was a handsome man, one with a warm smile and gray eyes that twinkled with mirth and life. “Might I assume you are making a delivery that veers on the elegant side?”
“Yep. For a traditional tree, I dress like a lumberjack, complete with a red and black buffalo plaid shirt. Whimsical, I put on elf shoes and a hat with pointy ears.”
“No way. That’s the one I’d choose just to see you wear that, Ky,” Jenn said, acting as though she and Ky were old friends.
How was that possible when they’d only arrived in town last night?