Julia
Van's gaze shimmered with the gold flecks. “If you want to go home to your parents for the holidays, I wouldn't stop you. You aren't being held here against your will."
I grinned, looking down at his arm around me. “I am being held, it's not against my will, and I like it." I shrugged. “Chicago is the last place I want to be. As far as the holidays, you don't so much as have a wreath on your door. I get the feeling you're not too into celebrating."
“I've lived alone a long time. There's not a lot of festivity when you're by yourself." He took my hand and led me to the soft leather sofa. “I've already attended the obligatory parties. And I hosted the one for the Sherman and Madison executives and office staff."
“Here in your home?"
Wouldn't he want decorations if he did that?
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