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Daht of a wos to me

I run a hand overto do with such precious cargo

I step forward,six inches deep She notices me, and her eyes widen — surprise written in the if she doesn’t like what she sees If she was expecting so else A different sort of man

I’ve never been called gentle Never talked about irl flowers or called her back the next day I a toward my bride-to-be

I’ve never been so utterly over my head

“Are you here for me?” she asks “Holly Huckleberry sent me and—”

I cut her off “Yes, I’m here to pick up my mail-order bride”

She draws in a big breath, lifting her shoulders, then letting the me in “Wow I didn’t expect…”

I frown

She grimaces “No, Iher head “Did I really say that before I even introduced myself?”

“I’m Hartley Mistletoe,” I tell her

“And I’m Hattie Well, Henrietta, but everyone calls me Hattie”

Hattie It’s a cute naet out of the cold,” I say “You have luggage?”

“Oh, right Of course” She grins, her bubbly personally the utter opposite of reen plaid ones”

I s how ht, though, I have to hand it to her I lift both bags froreen one on the end

“It’s snowing so on”

“That where you’re from?”

She nods “Yep, born and raised, on a little farm in the middle of nowhere”

I think how that bodes well for her Snow Valley is no metropolis Hell, the closest Starbucks is a two-hour drive