Chapter 2The morning dragged on. Dillon had put up his Christmas decorations about a week prior. The upper most perimeter of his entire apartment was lined with white lights. Dillon was a purist. White lights only, on the walls and the tree. He had a candle in every window and a wreath on both sides of the terrace door, the side that opened and the stationary side that was just a lookout. On the outside of it, more white lights outlined the entire vertical and horizontal frame, and still more had been painstakingly wrapped around the railing with faux pine garland. Dillon had added a potted live tree to the deck, just for Kit. Four urns with cream colored faux poinsettias and large satin red bows finished the classic, elegant, understated look Dillon couldn’t wait to show off. Everyone who
