Chapter Seventeen
Jen
After shopping, we went to dinner at a steakhouse. Lately, my appetite was really kicking in at night, so I didn’t shy away from a hearty meal. Despite the cold, it was a lovely night, the clear sky full of stars visible even with all the Christmas lights throughout town.
Which reminded me…
“Your house is missing something,” I said when we returned.
“A heated garage.”
“Well, sure, but no—decorations! It’s mid-December and you have no lights.”
Dylan killed the truck engine. “I’m not letting you on a ladder now.”
“Don’t be silly. But you have to have stuff stored away, right? We can spread a little cheer inside and do the outside tomorrow morning.”
His head tilted toward me. “That’s really what you want?”
“Don’t you?” I asked simply.
“Okay.” He opened his doo
