A gust of wind whips down Main Street, and I pull on my hat, lowering the ear flaps to cover the bottom of my lobes.
"When is the parade set to start?" Spencer asks, zipping his coat up the last few inches. He's lucky. The box from L.L. Bean arrived an hour before the festivities started. Otherwise, he'd be out here in one of his long-sleeve thermal shirts.
"Not until noon."
Spencer checks his watch. "That's two hours away. Why did we have to rush?"
I smile, holding back a laugh. Spencer has a lot to learn about living in Pelican Bay.
My arm jerks forward as Frankie tugs on her leash, trying to get closer to the people who come and go on the street around us. My steps pick up to keep pace with her.
"The Christmas Eve parade is an important holiday tradition. There is a schedule you h
