Chapter 5

“Oh, Bill, you shouldn’t have,” Mrs. Greene said, hugging him.

“It wasn’t me. It was the winter elves,” he replied with a grin.

“Whoever it was, thank you,” Mr. Greene said. “This adds to the celebration.”

“I presume you’re having dinner at the Dusty Rose.”

“Of course,” Mr. Greene replied. “I called to make reservations a week ago. You’re invited, if you want.”

“Thank you, but this is your special day. Candlelit dinner, a romantic walk along the river afterward…”

“Freezing our asses off,” Mr. Greene said. “Maybe there’s no snow, but it’s colder than sin out there.”

Bill chuckled. “I noticed. Anyway, happy anniversary. If you need anything, anything at all, let me, Mattie, or Roger know.”

“We will. Not that we ever do. It’s one reason we like coming up here. You anticipate everything and there’s never a problem.”

With a slight bow, Bill thanked him and left, going back to the foyer.

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