Page 7 of Puck the Halls
I do love hockey.
Once I’m done stuffing my face and have watched half of the game, I pause it to wander downstairs into a game room that kicks ass. I play skee ball, golf virtually, play a couple of old school arcade video games, and sing some karaoke.
This might be more fun if I was high, but I gave up weed for Lent and never started again. I kind of like having a clear head. Gotta keep evolving and all that.
When I finally make my way back upstairs I see it’s snowing like crazy outside.
The Christmas trees (there are six of them in the living room alone) have all lit up on timers and I’m loving it.
For being a big house, it’s cozy and comfortable. Not stuffy, like Nathan.
There are reminders everywhere that kids live here. There are tiny shoes and coats in the front closet when I hang up my winter coat and I stumbled on the sippy cup cabinet when I was looking for a glass. The half bathroom off of the family room has a kid’s step stool next to the sink. Crayon drawings that look like nothing but just scribbled lines are hanging on a bulletin board by the back door.
It’s cool to see how normal Bossman lives with his family.
He also trusts me, which is cool.
He’s still scary though.
I’m making my way upstairs to check out the hot tub situation when he texts me.
Do not fuck up my house.
Yep.
Still scary.
CHAPTER 3
Dani
Who’s driving right now?
Crew respondsto the text I’ve sent to our Cookie & Co. group chat.
Nathan.
Perfect.
I hold up my phone and take a photo posing in front of the full length mirror in the master bedroom of the enormous cabin. This place is seriously gorgeous and I’ve already decided to ask the guys to bring me back sometime. I’m already envisioning when the kids are older we can bring them here to take ski lessons.
The back of the house is all windows that look out onto the snow covered mountains. They face west and the sunset was magnificent from the bi-level deck that extends off the main living room as well as the primary bedroom that takes up theentire upper loft of the cabin. The twelve-foot peaked ceiling above me is all polished wooden beams that match the rustic wooden bed frame on the enormous bed. It has to be bigger than a king. It will be so perfect for us…
I frown.
Would have been.
I take a deep breath. That’s not fair. Nathan and Crew will be here. Eventually. We just won’t get to use the huge bed as much as I would have liked.
I can’t believe Nathan insisted on stopping in Decatur.
Okay, that’s not true. I can believe it. The man is absolutely smitten with our children. We all are, but Nathan is completely a goner. Which I usually find so hot. When he’s holding Oliver, or playing with Isabel, or even just watching him watch one of them, it melts my insides to goo.
But tonight I’mreallyannoyed.
Those kids are absolutely fine. Michael’s parents raised six kids and see all of their many grandchildren regularly. They are more than capable of caring for Isabel and Oliver for a couple of days. We all saw the kids this morning. We’ll see them in two days.
Nathan’s acting as if he’s going off to war. It’s ridiculous.
