“Mark.” He held onto to the lapels of my overcoat and looked up into my eyes. “Of course I’ll come.” And then he repeated the words I’d said to him once. “Don’t I always?”
“Quinn.” I leaned down and kissed him. “Let’s go.”
We took our time walking back to my building. It was a perfect night—the stars, the crescent moon, the cold air, and the silence. Quinn paused from time to time to admire the lights and decorations.
“All we need is snow.” He laughed softly. “Well, more snow than earlier.”
“A white Christmas like they promised us? I can’t remember the last time we had one.” Too many times I’d been out of the country.
“Neither can I, although I remember one when my father was still alive. We went to Midnight Mass, and afterward….” He talked about the light snowfall that had covered ev
