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being secured by thick chains before being raised into place. The scent of pine filled the air. The pizza was hot and gooey and more calories than Evie usually allowed herself in a day.
    She wasn’t a professional dancer anymore, she reminded herself. Or a cheerleader. She could afford to have a BMI over twenty.
    Families crowded around them. She recognized one of the women from the brunch yesterday morning, but couldn’t remember her name. She was a pretty blonde, with an adorable toddler in her arms. Her husband held a baby boy.
    The little girl pointed to the tree slowly rising from the truck bed. “We have one like that?” she asked.
    Her father chuckled. “Sorry, Hannah. Our ceiling isn’t that high. But we’ll pick out a good tree. You’ll see.”
    The woman leaned into her husband. They shared a look—one that spoke of love and promise. Aware she’d caught a glimpse of something private, Evie turned away.
    Back when she’d still been young enough to believe in miracles, she’d assumed she would find love and have a family. That one day a man would promise to be with her forever. She would belong, and that belonging would finally heal her.
    Several bad boyfriends later, she was less sure love was something she could count on and more convinced people who were supposed to love you usually didn’t. She wanted to tell herself it could still happen, but she had a feeling that was just the Christmas tree talking.
    She glanced toward Dante. “Thanks for your help yesterday. For getting me home and everything.”
    “No problem. Families can be complicated.”
    “My mom’s a nightmare.”
    “It’s not just her.”
    “You mean my brothers?”
    Dante looked into her eyes. “Sure, they hold part of the blame, but so do you.”
    If they hadn’t been in the middle of a crowd, she would have taken a step back. But more people had stopped to watch the tree put in place, and there was nowhere to go.
    “Me? I’m the kid here.”
    “You were,” Dante told her gently, his voice low. “You’re an adult now, and if you want things to work out with your family, you have to make a little effort. Does keeping your mom at bay really make you happy? Don’t you want more? A connection?”
    She wanted to say no but remembered that he didn’t have anyone. No doubt he would tell her to be careful what she wished for. He was the kind of man who would take care of people, only there wasn’t anyone to watch over in his life. Right now, she had the benefit of his instincts.
    “I like the theory of family,” she admitted, “if not the practice. It was so bad for so long, I don’t know how to let go of the hurt.”
    “You take baby steps.”
    “I’d rather leave.”
    “Is that the plan?”
    She nodded. “I like teaching dance. I think I want to continue that. I’m going to stick around for a while and learn all I can, while saving money. Then go open a studio somewhere else.”
    She braced herself for Dante’s judgment, but he only nodded slowly. “That’s an option.”
    “My family doesn’t know.”
    “I won’t say anything. How long’s ‘a while’?”
    “Maybe a year.” She wrinkled her nose. “Okay, okay, I get your point. That’s long enough to try to work things out with my family. I should give them a break, or at least credit for trying.”
    He leaned in and kissed her nose. “See, it’s like I said. Smart and pretty.”
    She shoved at his chest. “It’s not a compliment when you’re being annoying.”
    He chuckled and put his arm around her. They both watched as the tree was pulled upright, then slowly lowered into place. Everyone cheered.
    Evie leaned into him, enjoying being a part of the happy crowd more than she would have thought.
    When the tree was secure, Dante led her back toward the booths. “We need hot chocolate.”
    She shivered slightly. “I could use something warm.”
    He bought them each a cup and they checked out the rest of the booths. One of them was selling ornaments