“Andddddof the two of us, he’s more likely to hateyourather than me becauseIspeak his language.”
“That surfer shit he uses isn’t an actual language.”
“Much likeKlingonese,that’s debatable.”Hill appearing at the top of the stairs pushes us to begin moving in the direction of our family. “Did you manage to complete your mission before he made the hatred known?”
Wes’s reluctance to answer isn’t a great sign. “I did.”
“And?”
“And he wants to spend to Christmas in Doctenn with Kendall.”
“Ohmygod, that’s so easy!”
“Except we’re not going.”
The stern statement stops me dead in my tracks. “Excuse me?”
“We’re not going.”
“Because?”
“Because Christmas should be spent at home, and our home ishere.”
“Yeah, but our cottage –our vacationhome– isthere.”
“Christmas should be spent where your family is.”
“Christmas should be spent where your family will behappy.”
“Christmas should be spent where it’ssafe,and the weather isstable, not unpredictable.”
“Christmas-”
“We’re not going, Brynley.”
“But-”
“And we’re not discussing it further.”
To my surprise, he storms away, leaving my mouth slightly agape.
Fuck. Me.
Why do I feel like takingThe Grinchto see himself in a starring role on the big screen isn’t going to actually have his heart expanding three-sizes this holiday season?
Chapter 3
Brynley
What’s worse than living with one Ebenezer Scrooge?
Living withtwo.
They’ve managed to turn spreading holiday cheer into a full-time fucking gig during my vacation from my regular one.
Honestly?
Had I knownthiswas how I was going to be spending time off I saved up, I would’ve spent it more irresponsibly through the year.