Page 87 of He Sees You When You’re Sleeping

Jack’s eyes widen slightly at my bold comment, but then a slow smile spreads across his face. He leans in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers, “Those are just for us.”

He clears his throat and takes a small step back, though his hand remains on my lower back. “We should probably head back to the party,” he says, his voice a little rough. “Before someone else comes looking for us.”

I nod, trying to calm my racing heart. As we walk back toward the community room, Jack’s hand slides from my back to intertwine with mine. It’s a simple gesture, but it feels significant somehow.

The party is winding down when we return. A few families are gathering their things, children yawning and rubbing their eyes. Captain Rodriguez catches my eye and gives me a warm smile and a nod.

“So,” Jack says, turning to face me. “What do you think of your first fire station Christmas?”

I look around the room, taking in the lights, the lingering scent of good food, and the easy chit chat of the people around us. “It’s been wonderful,” I say honestly. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“I’m glad you came,” Jack replies, squeezing my hand. “And I’m sorry about having to run out like that. It’s part of the job, but—”

I cut him off with a quick kiss. “I understand. It’s who you are, Jack. I wouldn’t want you any other way. It’s nice getting to know you better. You aren’t such a mystery now.”

“Merry Christmas, Chloe,” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“Merry Christmas, Jack,” I reply, snuggling closer to him.

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