#Holiday: A Hashtag Series Short Story (Hashtag #6.5) - Plot & Excerpts
We’d moved from the backseat to the front by the time B pulled up in the white Range Rover Evoque he’d bought for Ivy before she had Nova. I was still in a state of bliss. Damn, my girl knew how to keep me happy. Since she was cuddled up in my lap with her head on my shoulder and drifting off to the sound of the holiday music I’d found on a local radio station (hey, it’s her tradition, and now that I knew about it, it was going to be our tradition), I didn’t want to get up and wave them down. I settled for rolling the window down and flinging my arm out as they rolled to a stop in the center of the road nearby. The heavily tinted window of the Rover rolled down to reveal Braeden grinning like a smartass beneath the black beanie he was wearing. “Don’t get up or anything,” he called. I gave him the finger. “Took you long enough!”
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