Chapter 4

At six, he turned the sign on the door to ‘Closed’ with a sigh of relief. “Four more days to freedom,” he said to Carol.

“At least all the Santa’s are rented,” she pointed out. “And most of the elves.”

“True. Tomorrow it’ll be people needing something Victorian for caroling, or costumes for parties they’re going to that they should have rented a week ago.”

“A mini Halloween?”

“Pretty much, so wear your running shoes.”

Carol lifted one foot. “Already am.”

While she went into the showroom to straighten up, Trey did the books for the day. By six-thirty, they were finished and he was locking up.

“It’s snowing, again,” he grumbled as they walked to the lot where they’d parked their cars.

“It’s really pretty,” she replied cheerfully.

“Pretty is in the eye of the beholder.”

“Don’t be a grump,” she retorted.

“I’m not. I’m the Grinch, according to a friend of mine.”

She eyed him, smiling. “A boyfriend?”