“You wanna sing with me?” Michael asked once he’d finished a verse.
“No, thank you,” Melody said, forcing a smile and glancing at him in the rearview mirror. “Look how much the snow has melted. I bet a lot of snowmen aren’t around by the end of today.”
The distraction did not work. “You have a pretty voice, Miss Melody. I heard you sing at church.”
“I wasn’t really singing,” she insisted. “I was just getting you guys started.”
“Well, I still heard you. And it was pretty.”
Melody let out a sigh. “Thank you, Michael. This is your street, isn’t it?”
His only answer was to break into “Joy to the World,” and Melody was glad she hadn’t attempted to navigate to his house through Michael’s directions alone.
She pulled into the driveway, noticing that the formerly white house was now a nice
