The clear lights strung along the roofline and windows and doors were reflected in the snow, all cool shades of silver and white and blue. Out here in Amish country, where night usually meant dimly lit homes without electricity, Christmas decorations could really light up the horizon. As Jack turned his truck up the drive, he had to smile. Zoey and Tate had done an amazing job turning this old Amish home into a hotel. They’d spent more money on it than Tate had intended, but the man took it all in stride. Good people, Zoey and Tate. And Meg … Meg was pure gold. He parked the truck off to the far side of the small lot and checked his cell phone. Almost midnight. When he’d signed up to work the four-to-midnight shift on Christmas Day, he had figured he would cover for the guys with kids who wanted to do the big family dinner. He’d never imagined that he’d have someone special to spend Christmas with. But there she was, waiting inside the inn for him. Well, he assumed that the golden glow from the front windows was Meg waiting for him.
