JESSICA BERKELEY.
By the time Devin and I return to the center square with the last token, the entire fairgrounds are glowing beneath evening lights.
People crowd around the stage near the fountain with cups of hot chocolate and pastries in their hands, all waiting for the winners of the Christmas Hunt to return.
Meanwhile, I’m still holding the final silver lantern token like it’s a priceless treasure.
“We actually won,” I say again.
Beside me, Devin exhales quietly. “You’ve said that six times already.”
“Because it’s exciting and fun.”
A faint shake of his head follows, though I catch the tiny smile threatening his mouth again.
And annoyingly, that smile keeps doing dangerous things to my heartbeat. The moment we approach the organizers’ table, one of the women gasps dramatically
