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Speaking of the Christmas blizzard … it trapped me at my parents’ house. While it was wonderful to spend a few extra days with my family who I see far too little, I missed the opportunity to spend the holiday with my friends, which is precisely why Nathan set up this little adventure for us tonight.

Past years were filled with too loud music and drinking in excess with Cami and Nathan, belting Christmas songs and playing board games, or traipsing out to Calypso’s for shots and dancing. This year, I’d bet my favorite red lacy thong that nobody would want to see me pop-lock ’n dropping it while carrying around a belly the size of a small asteroid.

At that thought, I glance at the driver’s seat in time to see Nathan flick his gaze back to the road with a content smile on his face.

Well, maybe one person would be okay with it. A warmth weight settles in my chest. I lucked out in the baby daddy department.

I have an inkling to where we’re headed, but he refuses to answer my nagging questions thus far, and I stopped asking a while back. Hence the silence.

The first telltale signs of Christmas lights twinkle through the trees. Iridescent blues and whites sparkle in the darkness, bleeding away to purples and reds as we approach the sign arching the road that reads: Arrow’s Light Show.

A smile overtakes my face, and giddiness fills the space surrounding my heart.

“I thought we might be hea

ded this way. I haven’t had a chance to come out here yet,” I announce and look around in wonder. We’ve barely cleared the gate, and I’m already in awe. “Did you know this place is the biggest light city in the entire country?”

“I didn’t.”

“It’s HUGE! It ends up all over social media and wins awards every year.” I stare out the window, and a frown replaces my grin when the narrow road gives way to a massive clearing. “Is it open? Where are all the people?”

He concentrates on backing his truck into the open lane near a little shack-like building, uncommunicative other than a chuckle.

“Better park nice and close to the entrance, buddy. It might be a bit of a nightmare getting out of here,” I drawl.

He cuts me a sharp side glance, but the squint of his eyes contains no heat.

“I’d rather you not slip and fall on a sheet of ice in the lot.”

Oh. That is … thoughtful.

“I’m not a fragile flower. I can walk across some snow.”

Nathan draws his keys carefully from the ignition. “No, you’re not. But you do have an adjusted center of gravity, and I’d rather not witness you wipe out on your ass.”

I twist my lips to the side. “Hmm.”

His knuckles tighten around the steering wheel at my indifference to the topic. Could I wipe out on my ass? Absolutely. Genetically, I’m a klutzier than a kitten on catnip, and we both know this fact. Am I worried about it? Not really. I’ve made it through my entire life without any major injuries and don’t intend to start now.

After a lengthy stare out the windshield, Nathan shakes his head and opens his door to exit the cab.

“Hey, you didn’t answer my question!”

I tug on my warm fleece gloves and wait for him to round the truck. I’d get out myself, but he appears to be in a mood, and I don’t want to continue setting him off.

For one, I’m excited to finally see the light show.

For two, he planned this night out without any suggestion from me, and the last thing I want to do is spoil our time together.

For three, I may be a modern woman, but I like chivalry every now and again.

My door opens with a click and a rush of chilly winter air, and then he’s there waiting for me.

“Get out of the truck.” A jerk of his head punctuates his words, but a gentle grin softens them.

My gut happily flip flops at the terse command. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t poke the bear a little.

“Bossy much? I don’t remember taking orders from you.”

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