Chapter 17
Wyatt opened the door with his keys in his hand and a grin on his handsome face. “Good, you brought a bag.” He leaned in and kissed me, then reached for my bag. He dropped it inside the door then stepped into the hallway with me.
“Are we going somewhere?”
He nodded as he locked the door. “Yeah. I forgot to grab dessert. I don’t bake.”
“We don’t need dessert,” I protested.
“Yes, we do. It’s part of the holiday tradition for me. Since I’m quickly running out of time to convince you this is a great time of year, I need to go all out. I wasn’t sure what time you were going to be here so I didn’t grab it before I came home. Come on. It’ll be quick.”
I groaned and let him pull me back outside. He told me about his day as we drove into town. It was surprisingly bright out for so
