Page 2 of The Christmas Playbook
I grin. “It’s time to go. We’ve got powder to plunge.”
Her nose wrinkles. “Please never say that again.”
“I won’t if you get your butt in the car.” I rap my knuckles on the door, which I probably should’ve done before I flung it inward. “Right now. Let’s go.”
Briar shakes her head at me and grabs her purse. I follow her downstairs then corral Thorne up and into the car.
Aaron, our football team’s center, and his girlfriend, Willow, are meeting us at the airport. Plus Jack—another teammate—and his girlfriend, Marley. And Lydia and her boyfriend. Marley and Lydia are Briar’s besties.
So, yes, you read that right. I’m the only single person on this trip.
But it’s fine. I’m happier for it. I’ll get a bed all to myself—unless I find a snow bunny to entice into it. I’ll be able to let loose and have fun.
It’s not a big deal at all. I could’ve found someone to invite if I wanted, but I didn’t.
Don’t.
Doesn’t matter.
Away we go!
CHAPTER 2
MIRA
We could givethe McCallister family a run for their money. I’m not sure if it’s the scent of Christmas in the air, or the twinkling lights on the airport tree, but I’m pretty sure we’re in the running to create anotherHome Alonemovie—only our family isworse.
I may even petition for my name to be changed to Kevin because he and I are more alike than ever.
The forgotten child lost in the middle of pure fucking chaos.
“What’s the name for your order?”
I glance at the barista and hardly contain a laugh when I say, “Kevin.”
His brows cave for a second before he decides he doesn’t care to ask and writes the name on the cup.
I squeeze past the bystanders, who are also waiting for their coffees while anxiously checking their watches for the time.
What is it with airports and everyone always being late?
My case is an exception, of course. I shouldn’t have expected anything different when my sister walked up with two togo cups full of coffee and neither of them were for me.
“Oh, shoot. Sorry, Mira. I forgot to order you one.”
I mean, really? She gets free coffee from me on a weekly basis from the café I work at, and she can’t order me one at the airport?
She even managed to order coffee for Marcus. He probably got fifteen hours of precious teenager sleep. He doesn’t need it to survive like the rest of us.
My phone has three texts from Rachel telling me tohurry up.I send her a middle finger emoji and shove my phone back into my bag.
“Kevin?”
I turn and stare behind me but quickly realizeI’mKevin, which would explain why the barista is staring at me.
“Oh, right! Thank you.”
I suck half my latte down before making it back to the gate. My family sticks out like a sore thumb. Everyone, including myself, is gawking at the wildness occurring. There are so many of us that we nearly fill all the seats on the plane.
