Dahlia slipped her arm through his as they strolled down the main street, pausing at a shop filled with ornaments. She lingered, browsing the displays, when Gahn stepped behind her, pressing a kiss to her neck that sent a ripple of warmth through her. He unwrapped his scarf and draped it around her shoulders. She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment.
“Thanks, Gahn,” she murmured before turning back to the ornaments. She picked out a few for the pups to play with, paid, and they walked on. Gahn stopped abruptly.
“I need to pop into this shop,” he said. “I’ll meet you by the truck.”
“Alright,” she replied, heading inside. Brian greeted her with a grin.
“It’s ready. Want to see it before I wrap it up?” he asked, handing her the original photos. One of them was torn.
She shuffled through
