When they pulled out the driveway, the tension hung thick. Neither spoke until Joe sneezed.
“Gesundheit,” Kris said.
“Thanks,” Joe said, glancing at him.
“Mind if I turn on the radio?”
“Sure. There’s a station in Kansas City that plays only Christmas music between Thanksgiving and Christmas, if you want to get in the holiday mood.”
“Nah.” He flipped on the radio and a song by Bruno Mars filled the air. He sat back and stared out the window.
“You okay?” Joe turned to look at him as he pulled to a stop sign. “Kris?”
Kris sighed. “Can we just start over?”
Joe smiled. “I’d like that.”
“I’m just going to lay this all out on the table, okay?”
Joe nodded. A car pulled up behind him, so he turned left and continued toward the highway.
“I like you.” Kris chuckled. “Obviously.”
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