Chapter 35

I turned my big steering wheel to pull away from the curb.

“Wait!”

I looked in the side mirror, the one at my elbow, and then the one to my right. It was Angel.

“Noah!”

I opened the door and jumped down out of my truck.

“Angel!”

“I was just…I wanted to…I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything.” I made a giant heart in the snow with my foot, and then pulled him into it. I wrapped my arms around him to bring him even closer, so we could kiss beneath the big glittery red bells on the light post. The Ramoses lived right next to the church in town. A bustling holiday crowd cheered as they exited the building, and a choir of children heading home from an early service started to sing “Joy to the World.”

The blare of my horn woke me up.

“None of that happened,” I told Troy, as he bustled himself, trying to wait on a couple dozen Holiday Brothers’ customers all by himself. “But what a story it would have made.”

“For real, Snowman.”