Chapter 150: Ivy

BOOK FIVE: CHRISTMAS OF LOVE

December, 2017

Well, this party was exactly as exciting as Ivy McLain thought it was going to be.

Which was to say, not very exciting at all.

Of course, this was Sawyer, Idaho. What else could she expect?

She sighed. Only this, unfortunately. A bunch of old farmers, standing around and jawing about how their crops didn't bring in enough money and there wasn't enough water this past year, or maybe there was too much water, and the combine broke down in the field again...

It was enough to make Ivy's head hurt. Why people intentionally chose to live this way was beyond her. Especially the cold part. She shivered, pulling her woefully inadequate jacket tighter around herself. Ugh. A little over two weeks before Christmas in Sawyer freakin' Idaho. She should be grateful it wasn't snowing, but she couldn't find it in herself to be that saintly.

It was too cold to be grateful or saintly.