Page 44 of A Cozy Kind of Christmas
Meg glanced at the clock. It was just after six. Although that was nine his time. Connor was a stats guy. Numbers were his thing. He should have done the math and known better.
Was he asking literally or generally?
Johanna was at her own cabin.
You mean, Bend? Yeah, she’s here. What’s up?
Three dots appeared on the screen.
She shuffled to the bathroom while she waited for Connor’s response and dug through her toiletries.
Aha! She had packed a little vial of peppermint oil.
She dabbed it on her temples and crown chakra (as Gam would say) and ran it beneath her nose. The strong aroma made her eyes water. She dug her fingers into her temples, massaging the oil deeper into her skin and drinking in the minty scent. Within seconds, her headache began to retreat. It wasn’t gone, but it was certainly better. Nothing that coffee and Advil couldn’t handle now.
Thanks, Gam.
How long u there?
3 days. What’s on fire?
No fire. I’m coming. Can’t get ahold of J. At the airport. Be there by later this afternoon.
Connor was coming?
To Bend?
A surge of adrenaline pulsed through Meg’s veins.
Did this confirm the worst?
Was he taking over her assignment?
Johanna had mentioned some potential shake-ups and the possibility of layoffs in the new year.
Was this it?
Was she about to be fired?
She sighed and texted him back.
This is my assignment.
She added a string of angry face emojis.
Connor wasn’t the type.
Maybe this was coming from someone above his pay grade.
She actually liked him the most out of any of the sportscaster bros, but he could have said no.
He could have stood up for her. Classic misogyny.
Not taking your assignment. Doing my own thing. Don’t tell J. See u later.
A thousand questions assaulted Meg’s mind. Doing his own thing? Was he going rogue? Or was that a lie? He had to know she would be furious if he scooped her on this assignment. Why?
It didn’t make sense, and she didn’t need a guy like Connor angling in on her story.
