Page 14 of UnLucky Christmas
“No, but I work with social media, and I think her content is fantastic. Plus, I love this time of year.”
He shakes his head as he shoves his hands into his pockets. “Typical. You’ve probably seen every Hallmark Christmas movie ever made, right?”
I try to stand up straighter, but my head only reaches the middle of his chest.
“Not every single one,” I reply.
“Do you have an ugly sweater collection?” he asks, the corner of his mouth curling up.
“No,” I lie.
I actually have six ugly sweaters, but that doesn’t exactly count as a collection, right?
Wow. Grant is just as rude and uptight as Macy said he was.
“Hmm…well as much of a pleasure as this has been, I should get going,” I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
“Have a nice evening, Whitney” he says politely.
“You too, Grant.”
I turn and walk away. I notice my pulse is slightly elevated—he’s got me so fired up. There’s the old saying that first impressions are lasting impressions. And Grant is certainly living up to his.
I consider texting Macy and telling her what a jerk her brother is, but we just met. It’s one thing for her to say it. I tend to get protective of my brother even when he’s being a butt.
As I drive home, I watch the sun begin to fall into the horizon. I need to figure out what to do about our party. Both Janelle and I live in smaller apartments that aren’t set up to entertain. My parents’ house isn’t an option, especially since my dad is starting to clean out and pack up his things. How did everything take such a turn? A few weeks ago, I thought I was living the dream going into the holiday season.
When I arrive home, there’s a large box sitting in front of my door. I know immediately that it’s my new flocked Christmas tree. That’s exactly what I need to cheer me up, and now I have plans for this evening. I’m going to put on some holiday music and set it up. Is there anything better?
A few hours later I stand back and stare in awe at my beautiful new tree. Dasher has stayed in my bedroom, only peeking out a few times. I don’t think he’s as excited as I am about this new foreign object in our living room.
I take several pictures and send them to Janelle and Macy. I know they’ll both appreciate it. Janelle is the first to respond.
I love it. I ordered mine.
A few minutes later I get a response from Macy.
It’s gorgeous. Can I post it on my page?
I knew she’d like it. Her tree decorating party is this coming weekend. I decide not to mention seeing her brother. I doubt he’ll say anything to her anyway, and hopefully we won’t have any more interaction.
Sure, if you want. I’m sure your décor will be amazing. Can’t wait.
A few seconds later she sends me another text.
It’s going to be a blast. By the way, Austin’s single best friend will be there. Wink.
I immediately get an anxious feeling in my stomach at the idea of meeting someone else. I try to ignore that feeling because I’m young and available. Just because Pete didn’t want to be with me doesn’t mean there isn’t another man right around the corner who might be my perfect match.
You’re funny. See you Saturday.
I’m not going to stress out over what may or may not happen. I’m going to enjoy being in the present, and right this second, I’m feeling content. I curl up on my couch with a cup of hot cocoa and gaze at my beautiful tree.
CHAPTER SIX
My parent’s pending divorce is bringing out sides of them I’ve never seen before. First, I got a text from my mom asking where she could get a good spray tan. And my father is so all over the place, it makes me so sad. He’s been sending me pictures of condos and asking me which one I like the best.
I finally hear from my brother when I’m getting ready to go to Macy’s decorating event.
