Chapter 6“You know what I love best about the holiday season?” I asked as I huddled by the oven for warmth. We’d cracked the window to help the cookies cool faster so we could get to decorating them. Two dozen, slightly imperfect gingerbread men lay in rows on paper towels on my small kitchen table.
Jason sat at one end, watching some tutorial about how to turn regular zip-top bags into piping bags. He was very serious about it, though I wasn’t convinced it would make our decorating talents any better. I knew I was crap at it, and Jason had admitted the same. But the expression on his face as he glanced up at me made my heart melt.
“I’m guessing it’s joy.” He gave me a wink, then turned back to his phone, propped up against one of the bowls he was going to use to mix different colored ic
