33-He will send angels to protect you

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Izabelle

I turned around and my heart skipped a beat.

Hunter stood with one shoulder casually propped against the doorframe, his gaze sliding down me with appreciation. "Beautiful."

My belly flipped. "Is it still a surprise where we're going?"

One corner of his mouth lifted. "Top secret."

"Alright," I said, dying to know where he was taking me. "Can you at least tell me if I'm dressed appropriately?"

He nodded. Since he was wearing jeans and boots too, I figured I was safe.

We drove to a little German restaurant and ate dinner before driving into the country. Gradually, the quiet starry sky was illuminated with the words Jesus loves you.

Thousands of twinkling lights filled the sky. It was Christmas Wonderland.

"You like Christmas lights, so I thought I'd bring you to the place where they've got more of them than anywhere else."

I practically bounced in the seat. "I've always wanted to come here."

He seemed pleased, and relaxed as if he'd been worried that I wouldn't like it. "We can drive through or get out and take a hayride. There's also a bonfire, music, and shops inside if you want to take a look."

"Can we do the hayride?" I clapped my hands together in anticipation.

He chuckled. "I thought you'd like that."

It was everything I'd ever wanted to do around the holiday. Inside the little town with lined with a wooden walkway that circled small shops that sold homemade crafts and items including hot cocoa and kettle corn.

The town smelled like a Christmas tree. A huge bonfire roared from the center of the town and people crowded around it as they listened to a live band playing on a nearby stage.

I stared in awe at the marvelous sight of it all. Everywhere I looked there were lights, sparkly decorations, and people who were clearly overjoyed to be a part of it all.

Holding my hand, Hunter led me toward the hayride where we sat next to a happy, older couple holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. They looked so in love.

"Are you warm enough?" Hunter asked, looking ready to take off his coat and hand it to me.

"Yes, if I get cold, I'll just scoot closer. You're very hot."

Beside me, the older woman laughed, and I realized how she could have misinterpreted what I'd said. I glanced up at Hunter and saw his amusement.

"Don't fret, honey. Your man is very dashing. How long have you been married?"

"What? Oh, no, we're not married."

"Hmm." The woman glanced at her husband. "Now Laura, these two lovebirds don't need you interfering."

The woman's mouth formed her perfect O. "I wasn't going to interfere, Tom. Look how lovely and in love they look. Perhaps lend a word or two of encouragement."

"We're engaged," Hunter told the couple, offering his hand first to Tom before turning his warm gaze to Laura. "I'm Hunter and this is Izabelle. If you have any advice, we'd sure appreciate it."

Laura smiled, clearly delighted, and I was glad that he'd made her happy. "You have to tell her you love her like you mean it."

Tom smiled like he was used to indulging his beloved wife.

"He does," I said, smiling.

"And not just when you're making love," she added seriously.

I blushed. "We're waiting until we get married."

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