“Darn, it’s cold outside.” The front door slammed and the wind whipped under my skirt and assaulted my warm flesh. “Who brings Florida clothes for a northern winter trip?” “You didn’t turn the heat on in the truck, did you?” “Nope. I wanted the visit down memory lane to be authentic.” “What a load.” “You realize this is an anniversary, Joy?” “Twenty years.” I nudged him with my elbow. “Think we’re flexible enough to do this?” “Are you kidding? When you told me you were coming to visit, and wanted to ride in the truck, all I could think about...