The streets of Barvale were decorated like something out of a Hallmark movie. Old fashioned lampposts lined the sidewalks with brightly lit wreathes with huge, bright, red velvet bows hanging from their fronts.
Every store window was covered in tinsel and painted with fake snow and glitter. Signs boasting sales and holiday specials filled every bench and door. There was a huge, undecorated evergreen tree set up right in the middle of the town square. Roxie figured that was the tree that would be lit that Saturday night. The night of the winter solstice.
The interior of Bowie's truck was filled with that clean ice and woodsy fresh scent of him. Delicious, she breathed him in softly so as not to draw attention to what she was doing, but the fact was she couldn't get enough of that smell.
