“Are you sure we have time?” Sierra asked, walking down the sidewalk next to me.
I stopped at the crosswalk with her and zippered up her jacket all the way. “Yes, love.”
“Dinner doesn’t start until six?”
She was full of questions this morning, wasn’t she? And I still didn’t know where she was taking me with this sack full of presents that I had draped over my shoulder. We had been walking for ten minutes in the cold.
“Right,” I said. “Dinner doesn’t start for another five hours.”
“Good,” she said. “Because I don’t know how long we’ll be here.”
We continued up another block of the Pittsburgh streets in the frigid winter air.
I tightened my grasp on the red sack and arched my brow at her. “Would you like to tell me where we’re going?” I asked. “We could’ve taken my car.”
“It’s one of
