Chapter 9“Dad?”
Damien looked up from his dinner. “Yes, J?”
“Do you have anything you need to do tonight? I was hoping you could drive me to the mall.”
“What for?” Sarah asked, cutting in. She tore at a piece of bread, then set it down on her plate. For the last fifteen minutes, Julian had listened while she talked about a lab report and the funding nightmare scenario that was happening at her university. Julian hadn’t heard many of the details. He kept playing the kiss over, again and again, in his mind.
“My friends and I are going to have a Secret Santa party. I need to get one of the gifts soon, since it’s on Friday.”
“I thought those were supposed to happen closer to Christmas? We’re barely into December now.”
“Yeah, but we’re going to do things a little differently,” Julian said
