“Toby and Teddy. I think I can remember that.” “He plays Santa at the town’s Christmas dinner every year. You’ll never guess why.” Teddy gives Toby a playful slap upside the head before coming around to offer his hand. “Phil told me he was sellin’ to a nice young couple. You’re from Canada, right?” I smile. “I am.” “From what I’ve heard, your husband’s one heck of a pilot.” I don’t correct him on the husband label as my chest surges with pride. I already knew Jonah was one of the best around—my father said as much. But to hear complete strangers say it feels somehow more authentic. “He is. He
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