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With that, Rick rolled over into the back seat and put his arms around Liz, drawing her close. “We’ll use our body heat,” he said, trying to sound casual about it when he was anything but.

“Hey, it’s a good thing we called a truce. Otherwise you’d have let me freeze to death.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Rick said gruffly. “It’s late. Maybe we need to stop talking and go to sleep so the night will pass quickly.”

“I used to do that, you know. As a kid, I used to lay awake half the night on Christmas Eve so Santa Claus would hurry and come. Only, it didn’t work.”

“That’s what you get for believing in Santa Claus.”

“Oh, and you didn’t?” She turned her face to his.

Huskily Rick murmured, “If I did, I’d ask him to leave you in my stocking.”