CHAPTER 17
Nick beamed with pride as she gushed over the tree. It made him happy that Rylee was so thrilled with the tree he’d brought her. She’d really wanted one, but it felt as though repeating her Pap’s tradition all by herself seemed to scare her. Now she had a new tradition. They had a new tradition. He’d been raised with a strong sense of tradition himself, and his mother always went all out with Christmas, so he understood how important that was to Rylee.
“I’m glad you like it.” He smiled, still standing in her living room in his jacket. “The pizza! Oops, it’s still in my car. Be right back.” He hurried out to the car, and as he turned to walk back into the house, Rylee plugged in the front window lights. He looked down the block at all the lit up houses. To be honest, he loved a
