Page 77 of Romancing Christmas

“What?”

“I hate it when you’re right, Mason.”

I end the call with my friend, pull my coat off the sofa, and slip it on.

Darkness greets me when I step outside and stomp toward her house.Nearly every light is off, and I wonder for a moment whether she’s even home.When my knock at her door goes unanswered, I pull out my phone, ready to text her.

But I notice the time.And more importantly, the date.And with a slight grin, I remember the plans that we made together to ring in the new year, standing on Spa Creek Bridge to watch the fireworks.

I wonder if she’s there.

I give myself a slight nod.If sheisthere, I hope she’s up for a little company.