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“Look,” he said. Slipping his hand into mine, he tugged me toward our tree.
Its light glowed. Even though it had only one ornament dangling out front so far, a piece of paper that hadn’t been in the branches minutes ago was now tucked deep within, close to the trunk in the tree’s center.
“What is that?” I asked.
Boone slid his hand in and pulled the paper free. He then stepped closer to the fire since, aside from the tree, it was our only source of light.
“It looks like some kind of journal entry. Listen.”
I tilted in, reading the written words on the page as he read them aloud.
“December 24th
She says I should share the joy we’ve found, and I think I have a way to do it. I wasn’t sure it was possible, but the radio is proving to handle my experiment well.
Music brought us together. Why can’t it bring others together as well? Music is the key to everything. It’s why I’ve infused the radio with my magic so that others can know what we know.
What they don’t yet know is that there is another secret—a secret that must only be revealed when the time is right.”
The page was torn, cutting off the remainder of the words.
I couldn’t wrap my head around this. “Are you…This sounds like a journal entry…”
“Like Santa’s journal entry,” Boone finished. “Like he found love and wanted to share it. And it sounds like there’s more to the radio than just playing music.”
Chills dusted down the backs of my arms. “Whoa,” I said. “Like what?”
“I’m not sure,” Boone said. He flipped the page over and then back again. “That’s it. That’s all it says.”
“So how do we find out what this secret is?”
He tapped the page to his chin, thinking. “Who else did the radio play for?”
“Lacie and Jared,” I said. “They claimed to be married by a snowman they’d built.”
“Do you think they stayed married?”
“I have no idea. Why?”
“Just wondering,” he said. “You know, we could talk to Junie, too. The radio played for her and Mason as well.”
It did? And Junie never told me?
“You’re kidding.”
His smirk was sexy. “Have I ever?”
“Let me think…like the time you gave me pants that fell right off of me?”
I couldn’t prove it, but I suspected he’d done it on purpose.
“That wasn’t on purpose, although I can’t say I minded.”
“Boone Harper!”
He laughed and pressed his lips to mine. “We’ll have to talk to Junie. See what she knows.”
“Do you think there are other journal entries?” I asked. “Maybe they go hand-in-hand with the radio playing for others.”
