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Christmas came once a year.

And this year Maggie would embrace it. Trees, sledding, cookies. She was all in.

As if he read her mind, her son asked, “Can you come and help us pick out a tree, Finn?”

“I don’t know if you heard,” Finn said, “but I’m the best tree hunter in all of Alaska.” To which her boy’s face lit up with excitement.

There was no doubt about it. Oliver was blooming right before her eyes. And it had everything to do with Finn. She should know. He’d done the same for her when she was a child.

She told Finn when her son scampered off. Then warned, “I’m just worried he might get too attached to you. Oliver isn’t looking for a father figure. He’s looking for a father.”

“No worries, Mags. We’re buddies,” Finn assured her. “Surely that can’t be a bad thing.”

“No, that’s not a bad thing.” Not for her son, she thought. But what about her? Was being Finn’s buddy enough?