At the mention of “the rest of the day,” I change the subject. “Can I invite you up to the cottage?” I ask.
“Probably,” he says. “Give it a shot.”
“Would you like to come up to the cottage? Or do you have plans with your friends?”
He snuggles up. “I’d love to come up to the cottage.”
“It’s not very Christmassy,” I warn.
“Will it have you in it?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then Santa’s checked off my list,” he says. “If I can have you and maybe a glass of wine, it’ll be the best Christmas ever.”
“For wine, we might need to run into town.”
“Let’s not bother,” he says. “It’ll still be like the third-best Christmas ever.”
“For anything, we might need to run into town.”
“So you’re saying we need to run into town.”
“We might.”
He laughs. “We’re all sandy. Can we at least get back in the water,
