His name is Christian,” he calls back. “Can you believe that? We came all this way
so Clara could save a guy named Christian.”
“I’m aware of the irony.

I didn't figure things out, either, you know. So if you'e an idiot, I guess that makes two of us."

He seems relieved to hear me say that. I guess idiots love company.

Fine.” He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Carrots,” he says, looking directly at my hair. “Oh, I mean Clara.”
My face flames.
“Same to you, Rusty,” I shoot back, but he’s already striding away.

Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you.

How did you do that?”
I shrug. “I click my heels three times and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’”
“Uh-huh. So … you think this is your home? My barn? His tone is playful, but the look he’s giving me is dead serious. A question.
“Haven’t you guessed by now?” I say, my heart hammering. “My home is you.

Are you any good at it?"
"Pulling idiots out of the snow? I'm the best.