Page 36 of Crazy In Love
“Well, decorating is subjective,” my mother said, because God forbid she allow someone to compliment me. “If you like that sort of shabby, old-world vibe, you’ll like her place. She’s not modern at all. Most people are fans of contemporary décor.”
“I personally love a home with charm and warmth,” Shana said, smiling as she looked at me.
I didn’t speak a whole lot the rest of the night and then shared that I had the onset of a migraine and needed to get home. I hugged everyone goodbye, and my brother leaned in close and told me how sorry he was.
I didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for me.
I’d just have to prove my parents wrong.
I told Shana and Jacoby I’d see them tomorrow, and my father walked me out to the car.
“What a fun night, huh?” he said as I slipped into the driver’s seat.
Um… I’d have more fun at a gun fight with no bullets.
“Yeah, sure.” I pulled my seat belt across my body and snapped it in. The snow was coming down even harder now, and I was anxious to get home.
“Did you get those snow tires yet?” he asked.
“Not yet. I’ll drive slowly.”
He leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “Love you, sweetheart.”
“Love you, too.” I waved goodbye before pulling the car door closed and backing up.
The roads were icier than I’d expected, and I felt the tires sliding around several times. I only had a few blocks more to go, and the snow was coming down hard now, making it difficult to see. The plows had clearly not been out yet, which was fair, considering it was a holiday.
I was making my way up the hill, so I pressed down on the gas in hopes that I could power through the thick snow.
Once I got off this street, it would be flat again.
I saw all the outdoor lights on ahead at Bridger Chadwick’s mansion at the top of the hill, and I thought about the fact that I still hadn’t received an apology.
The stubborn ass.
My tires started sliding when I approached the steepest point on the hill, and I gripped the steering wheel hard as my car began turning on its own volition in the wrong direction, toward his driveway.
The ice had me sliding quickly in a circle, and I squeezed my eyes closed as I skidded off the road and onto his ridiculously long driveway.
eleven
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Bridger
Sunday dinner at my parents’house was always eventful, and as much as I loved my family, I was grateful to get back home for some peace and quiet. I had some work to catch up on, and I sat in my office staring at my computer screen as I glanced up at the large windows to see the snow coming down even harder now.
I lowered my readers and rubbed the bridge of my nose. I’d never get used to these damn things. I hated wearing glasses when I worked.
A loud noise had me jumping to my feet and moving to the window. I couldn’t see through the whiteout blocking my view, so I made my way to the front door, pulled on my snow boots, and tugged the large wood and metal door open.
A white car had slammed into my truck, the passenger door pressed against my back end.
I was jogging down my long driveway just as a woman stepped out of the car.
Emilia fucking Taylor.
There is no escaping this woman.
