He made it sound simple. Too simple.
Jeremy stared at the other man for a moment before turning his attention back to the road. He released the brake pedal and navigated through the streets to the station. He made each turn out of habit as his mind tried to make sense of what Roy had just said.
Believe.
He did believe in love. Didn’t he?
He thought he did. For a moment, he thought he actually had love. Or at least the start of it with Bella. But…
Maybe he didn’t believe.
Or at least not enough.
A few minutes later, he put the truck in park outside the fire station and killed the engine.
Before he could open the door, Santa Roy stopped him. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“What?” Jeremy shook his head. “You’ll see what you can do about what?”
“Your Christmas wish.” He winked again at Jeremy and opened the door.
Before Jeremy could stop him or ask him how he even knew what his wish was, the man had slipped out the door and was gone, leaving Jeremy to stare after him.