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Sam stood on Zoe’s porch and rubbed his hands together in an attempt to keep the cold at bay. What was taking her so long? The desert was a great place to live during the winter months, but once the sun disappeared, the temperature plummeted. Sam rang the doorbell twice, then rapped on the door. “Are you punishing me for something?” he called.
The door swung open, but Zoe didn’t look even close to being ready. Unless she was planning on attending the luminarias in her pajama bottoms, a tank top, and wet hair.
Sam checked his watch. It was already a quarter after seven. “Why aren’t you ready? It’s not going to look good when I’m late. I have to give the spiel that officially opens the event.”
Zoe motioned for Sam to enter the house. “Relax, you’re not going to be late. I’m catching a
