On Friday, the thought of this weekend had filled me with dread. I never thought that I’d look back when it was all over and wish I had just a little more time. It wasn’t like me to get so sentimental.
I ordered two coffees from the counter and sat at a table to call my brother. Garrick answered immediately.
“Hey! Great news!” he said.
“The roads are open soon?”
“Oh, you already knew.”
I laughed. “Yeah. Believe it or not, I don’t source all my news from you.”
“You must be excited,” he replied. “Only a few hours and you’ll be home.”
I leaned back in my chair and looked out the window, scouring the few clouds for signs of snow. “As long as the weather holds.”
“How did it go?” Garrick asked.
I paused, trying to think of a satisfactorily vague answer.
“It was fine,” I said. “I’ll be glad to get home.”
“Call me when you’re back in the city, and I’ll come over for a drink.”
“Sure thing.”
I ended the call and picked up my coffees to take back to the room. Frankie was still sleeping when I got there, and I knocked on the door as I entered the bedroom to rouse her.
She sat bolt upright, eyes wild and searching. They landed on me, then the coffee in my hand, and she broke out into a smile.
“Gimme,” she said.
I handed her a cup, and she sat up against the pillows, inhaling the aroma with closed eyes. Even with her hair in complete disarray, Frankie looked beautiful. I nearly told her so but refrained at the last second. I didn’t want to complicate things more than they already were. Right now there was a clear line between what we did at night and who we were during the day—no need for me to blur it.
“How’d you sleep?” I asked instead.
“Like a log in a coma.” She took a sip of her coffee but whimpered when it was too hot. The sound brought me back to last night, her crying out into the shadows as I feasted on her pussy. My cock twitched, and I adjusted my stance.
“The roads will be clear soon,” I said, trying to turn my thoughts from last night’s mind-blowing sex.
“Oh, cool.”
Was that disappointment in Frankie’s voice?
I walked back to the door. “I’m going to start getting my stuff together. You should probably do the same.”
“Will do.”
We spent the morning packing, showering, and getting ready to leave without speaking to one another. On my part, it was because I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure whether to address the fact that we’d fucked or not, and I decided in the end that if Frankie wanted to talk about it, she would.
She did, in the end. It was halfway through the drive home, on a long stretch of highway bordered on either side by tall bluffs of snow. She turned down the radio, and when I shot her a questioning look, I could see that the elephant in the room was finally getting its due.
“I think we can both agree that we would have never slept together if we weren’t snowed in like that,” Frankie said. “It was nice and everything, but I just want to clarify that it was a one-time thing. Well, a two-time thing. But you know what I mean?”
“Got it.”
“In fact, I think it would be better if we just forgot all about it. Leave it up in the mountains.”
I held my face impassively, even though a frown flickered under my skin. I agreed that boredom and opportunity had brought us together, and going our separate ways was for the best. But to forget? Impossible. The fact that she would even suggest such a thing irritated me.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, sweetheart,” I said. “I decided a long time ago that I’m happier on my own.” I stared hard at the road ahead. “Besides, you’re not my type.”
My icy words hung in the air and I immediately regretted them. Of course Frankie was my type. She was effortlessly sexy. Even when I couldn’t stand her as a person, I found her curves irresistible. But I’d said it, and I wouldn’t apologize now. She was just going to go back to hating me anyway, so why did it matter?
The rest of the car ride was quiet. Neither of us turned the radio back up or spoke a word to the other until I dropped Frankie off in front of her apartment building.
“Thanks for the ride,” she muttered, slamming the car door.
I watched her stomp all the way up the path to her front door.
Chapter 20
Frankie
“Cozy!” I squealed happily, burrowing further into the blankets on my couch.
The soundtrack of the black and white movie on TV was reaching a crescendo, meaning I’d made it back from the kitchen just in time. I wrestled the cap off the wine and poured a glass, placing it on the table next to me. What was the point of going to put it back in the fridge? I was probably going to drink the whole thing anyway.
I was officially set for the evening. I had a pizza in the freezer, another bottle of wine in the fridge, and at least three channels of nonstop cheesy Christmas movies. It wasn’t the Christmas I wanted, but it would do. At least by the end of it I’d be shit faced.
I lifted the glass to my mouth for my first sip when my door buzzed, startling me. My hand jerked, and wine sloshed over the side and into my lap.
“Damnit!” I jumped to my feet and brushed the liquid off of me, glaring at my buzzer.
Who the hell could that be? The only reasonable answer was that it was a Christmas murderer, out for the blood of lonely losers like me spending Christmas alone. Obviously, I shouldn’t answer.
The buzzer trilled again. I sighed and set my glass down, walking over to pick up the handset.
“Hello?”
“Merry Christmas!” came a cheery female voice. “Are you going to let me in?”
I frowned. “Val?”
“Who else would it be, silly?”
I decided not to tell her about my Christmas murderer theory and buzzed her in. I stashed my wine bottle back in the fridge, made sure I hadn’t left any bras or underwear lying around, then opened the door just as Val came out from the elevator.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Adopting you! Pack an overnight bag.” She pushed past me into the apartment. “Do you have any Christmas sweaters?”
“Adopting me?” I followed her inside and closed the door, folding my arms over my chest. “What do you mean?”
Val tossed my blankets over the arm of the couch and sank down. “You’re coming home with me for the night,” she explained. “Well, not my home. I’m spending Christmas with the Wheelers because my parents are in Barbados on vacation. I told Gerhart and Molly that you were all alone today and they insisted on having you over. Isn’t that amazing?”
My mouth fell open. “What? Val, that’s so nice of them, but I can’t possibly accept.”
“You have to,” Val said. “I insist.” She caught my gaze and held it. “It would mean a lot to me to have you there. I hate thinking about you spending Christmas all alone.”
My eyes pricked with tears and I tackled Val in a grateful hug.
“Val I’m so touched.”
“Good. Now let’s get you packed.” She started down the hall toward my bedroom, calling after her, “Christmas sweater? What’s the status?”
I followed her. “I don’t have one.” I grabbed her shoulder and halted her. “Hey, wait a sec.”
Val spun and fixed me with an expression of concern. “What? Everything okay.”
“Yeah, it’s just...” I winced. “Levi. I haven’t talked to him since he dropped me off last week. Don’t you think it’ll be awkward?”
Val reached for my hand and squeezed. “Not at all. You said you guys are pretending it never happened, right?”
“Yeah. That’s true. Does Garrick know?”
Val shook her head. “I didn’t tell him because it wasn’t my secret to tell, and as far as I know, Levi hasn’t mentioned it either.” She patted my shoulder and continued
into my room. “It’s not going to be a big deal. We’re all adults, right?”
I followed her into my room and grabbed a bag to start packing, even though I still wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Sure, I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone, but was it worth stirring the Levi pot? Part of me never wanted to see him again. Part of me missed him—really, viscerally missed him.
I spent my first night back in my apartment after Mount Hood wishing that I could fall asleep listening to Levi’s heartbeat again. I hated myself for it because it made me feel weak, especially since I knew that he wasn’t thinking the same thing about me. After all, I wasn’t his type.
I could see how much rescuing me meant to Val though, and in the end, I wanted to be rescued. And hey, I’d probably realize the second I saw Levi that he wasn’t nearly as tempting as I’d built him up to be.
Val was a hurricane. Within fifteen minutes I had a packed bag, and I’d changed into more Christmas dinner appropriate clothes—a slim-fitting black dress with tights and a wooly burgundy cardigan.
Val carried my bag down to her car and then whisked me off to the West Hills, one of Portland’s most affluent suburbs. We spent the whole drive catching up and didn’t mention the wedding once. It was nice.
I had no idea what to expect for the Wheeler’s estate, but it still managed to floor me. The long driveway was artfully overgrown and ended at the front of a grand, Georgian style house. Two floors of symmetrical windows gleamed with the last rays of sunlight, and Val parked her car next to a sleek Lincoln and led me into the entrance vestibule.
“It’s nice, huh?” she said. “Simpler than my parents’ place, but then again they’ve always cared more about looks than function.”
Simple? The idea that anybody could call this place simple was beyond me.
Val walked straight in, announcing her presence with a song, “We’re here!”
I followed her shyly inside.
The inside of the house was just as impressive as the outside. The entryway greeted me with polished oak floors, a high ceiling, and elegant but simple decor. Garrick jogged out to meet us, pulling Val in for a tender embrace as I hung back lamely. I noticed he was wearing a bright green knitted sweater with reindeer prancing across the front. The reindeer in the front had a red pompom for a nose.
“It’s great to see you, Frankie,” Garrick said, pulling apart from his fiancé. “Val, why don’t you take Frankie through to see my parents while I put her things down?”
She pecked him on the cheek. “Great idea.”
Garrick took my bag from me, and Val slipped out of her coat, revealing a sweater similar to Garrick’s. Hers was white and had the words “Ho, ho, ho!” emblazoned all across the front of it in green and red.
She threaded her arm through mine, leading me further into the house. I was on high alert, aware that we could turn a corner at any moment and come face to face with Levi.
We made it to the kitchen without running into him and I couldn’t tell whether to feel relieved or not. The smell of butter basted turkey and thyme blasted away all thoughts of Levi. My stomach grumbled.
Gerhart was at the kitchen island chopping potatoes, and a tall, skinny woman with gray hair was over at the stove stirring a big vat of gravy. Gerhart’s head popped up when he saw me and he grinned.
“Frankie! So glad you could make it!”
“Thank you for having me,” I said.
“We’re delighted, dear,” said the woman, turning from the stove and coming to stand in front of me. She extended a hand. “I’m Molly, Garrick and Levi’s mother.”
“And my beautiful wife!” Gerhart interjected.
Molly rolled her eyes, but her smile grew all the same. I shook her hand.
“Where’s your Christmas sweater?” Gerhart asked.
For the first time, I noticed that both he and Molly were wearing sweaters similar to Garrick and Val’s. Gerhart’s featured a portly snowman stretched across his big belly, with buttons for its eyes and mouth. Molly’s was a little more reserved, an assortment of snowflake and tree patterns in a festive mix of white and red.
“She doesn’t have one,” Val answered for me.
“Doesn’t have one?” Gerhart seemed genuinely affronted by this. “But it’s Christmas!”
“Relax, darling,” Molly said, placing a hand on his arm. “Frankie can borrow one of Levi’s.” She looked to Val. “Would you go and fetch one from his room for her?”
“Right away.”
Val left, and Molly turned her smile to me. “We make him leave them here,” she explained. “Otherwise he’d just throw them out.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
Molly walked back to the stove and Gerhart waved me over. “You want a beer?”
“I would love one, thank you.”
He walked to the massive stainless steel refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of Black Mountain Lager, popping off the cap and passing it to me. He picked up the knife and went back to chopping.
“You know,” I said, “if you guys are this crazy about Christmas sweaters, you should think about getting some Black Mountain ones made.”
I was only trying to make conversation, but I immediately wished I hadn’t spoken at all. Gerhart dropped the knife to the board, staring distantly toward the wall, then screamed at the top of his lungs. “Garrick!”
What did I do? Was I about to get kicked out of the house? I shot a desperate glance at Molly, but she was still stirring on the stove and may as well have not noticed her husband’s outburst.
Pounding footsteps heralded Garrick’s arrival. He skidded into the kitchen, panting. “What is it?”
Val was close on his heels, clutching a green and red patterned sweater. The response time in this family was admirable.
“Christmas sweaters,” Gerhart said, eyes wide. “Black Mountain Christmas sweaters.”
Garrick didn’t even skip a beat. His face tore into a grin. “We could use them in contests!”
Gerhart nodded enthusiastically. “Or put them in one out of every dozen cases of the Christmas brew!”
CRACK!
Molly smacked her wooden spoon on the counter. I was the only one who jumped.
Molly’s cheeks creased into a frown. “No brewery talk on Christmas!”
Gerhart went over and gently pried the spoon from her hand, kissing her forehead. “Of course dear, I’m sorry.”
Molly relaxed into a smile. Val and Garrick, noting my traumatized expression, led me into the adjacent living room.
“We do things a little differently here,” Garrick said.
Val laughed. “Isn’t it great?” She plucked the beer from my hand and passed me the sweater instead.
I pulled off my cardigan and wiggled into the sweater, which was like a tent on me. It went down to mid-thigh and I could’ve worn it as a dress and still been presentable. Levi had probably only worn it once or twice, but his warm, smoky smell wrapped around me and I indulged in a sniff.
Val handed me my beer and led me to an oversized wing-backed recliner that faced the couch. A robust tree glittered with ornaments in the far corner, presents piled high beneath. I sank into the cracked leather and took my first drink of beer.
Val and Garrick cuddled up to each other on the couch opposite me, looking as cute as they always did. Val pushed back Garrick’s mop of curls and kissed his forehead, and he leaned into the touch with closed eyes and a blissful smile. They were in a world of their own, and I curled my feet up and basked in the atmosphere of love and holiday cheer.
Garrick looked up at me a moment later. “Sorry. You must be bored out of your head.” He looked at his watch. “Levi should be back soon. He had some work to do at the office but promised Mom he would be back before dinner.”
“Great.” I drank more of my beer. “Don’t worry about me, though. Just pretend I’m not here.”
Garrick grinned wolfishly. “I highly doubt you would like it if we did.”
Val s
macked his arm.
A loud bang echoed down the hall and footsteps snapped against the floorboards somewhere behind me. Garrick and Val both looked up and smiled.
“In the nick of time, I should think,” came Levi’s baritone. “Please tell me Mom’s drunk.”
“She’s pretending she only has one son,” Val replied. “And she’s already started giving away your things.” She winked at me.
“I bet Dad didn’t even notice I was gone.” Levi strode into the room, finally coming into view. A smile stretched his handsome face and he playfully wedged himself between Val and Garrick. He wore his usual slim-fitting slacks, but instead of a dress shirt, he wore a sweater even more ridiculous than any of the ones I’d seen so far. Front and center was a fully decorated Christmas tree, with jingling bells, tinsel, and tiny baubles.
Levi finally noticed there was another person in the room and his smile dropped.
“Frankie...” His gaze fell on the sweater I was half-wearing and half using as a blanket.
“I kidnapped her,” Val explained. “I couldn’t leave her alone on Christmas.”
Levi’s forehead creased. “No, of course not.”
“Gerhart insisted we clothe her suitably for the occasion,” she added.
I didn’t know what I was expecting, but his reaction made me shift uncomfortably in my seat. He didn’t look happy to see me in the slightest, which made the butterflies wheeling around my ribcage even more unwelcome.
“Levi! Is that you?” Molly called from the kitchen.
“It’s jolly Saint Nick!” Garrick called back.
“Both of you, come help us in the kitchen!” she cried.
Garrick and Levi stood, Levi pulling his collar comically and making Val laugh.
“Can you get me another beer?” Val asked, passing Garrick her empty bottle.
He leaned down and kissed her. “Of course.”
Levi held his hand out for my empty bottle, and I passed it to him, neither of us saying anything. He and Garrick left the room.
Val immediately vaulted over to sit next to me, shoving me into the far corner of the chair.
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