The roads were slick, the snow falling a bit heavier than it had earlier. According to the guy on the radio, the weather people were expecting another foot of the white stuff before the sun broke the next day. Of course, none of that really mattered to Walden as he sat on the passenger seat of Jay’s sedan, the heater keeping the interior toasty-warm even as the wind sent snowflakes dancing outside. The radio was on at a decent level, and once or twice Walden had caught Jay tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with one of the carols. He half-expected Jay to bust out into song at any moment.
Walden kept his hands clasped tightly in his lap for fear they would betray him, nervous excitement pumping through his body. Even now, he could remember the first day he had seen Jay walk
