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Savannah
December 24, 2018
“Come on.” Ash opened the passenger door and held his hand out to me.
I put my hand in his and dropped my heels down onto the pavement. “What’s this? I thought you’d finally convinced me to go back to church.”
“Detour.”
“All of that needling, and you opt for a detour instead of Christmas Eve mass,” I said as he helped me to my feet.
“It’s tradition.”
We’d started a year ago at Forsyth Park. It only made sense to spend Christmas Eve here again. So, I tucked my arm into his, warming my hand inside his peacoat pocket, and followed him into the park.
“Your parents are going to be mad if we’re late,” I teased.
“They’ll get over it.”
“My mom will understand at least.”
He grinned. “She’s just glad that I convinced you to come back to church.”
“Well, sorr
