Fourteen
“Where do you want me to hang these?” Nick asked Beth, pulling a string of purple mini-lights out of her box of Halloween decorations.
“Um, how about around the window? I think I want to put the orange ones around the door.”
He reached for the box of pushpins sitting on her nightstand, glancing away at the last minute when the plug of the lights snagged on the box. When he stretched to tug it loose, he knocked the pushpins off the back of the nightstand.
“Crap.”
He leaned over the top of the nightstand, but the pushpins had vanished, so he maneuvered the heavy piece of furniture out from the wall with a grunt. “Well, it’s definitely of very sturdy construction,” he remarked before he peered around it.
“Yeah. I can’t move that thing by myself,” Beth replied. “Or I would have
