“What?” Holly called from her perch on the ladder that leaned against the roof’s edge. “Nothing.” He grabbed the industrial extension cord and jammed the end of the light strand into it. “Doesn’t your mother have enough Christmas lights on this house?” “Apparently not.” She grinned at him over the edge of the roof, her red curls peeping from under a white knit hat. “I’m not sure Audrey Fitzgerald has ever had enough Christmas lights on her house.” Pulling the strand of lights toward him, his fingers numb from the cold snow, Levi braced himself in the crevice of the roof, trying to ignore the wet cold seeping through his jeans. “So, she does know its twenty degrees out here and falling?” “Again. Not sure this factors into her reality. She keeps all the decorations and the trees up well into January.” Holly hefted another coil of the light strand up to him. He brushed more cold flakes off the shingles, so he could attach the lights. “I should have made my regrets,”
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