Page 109 of Puck Me Secretly

I will not text him.

I. Will. Not. Text. Him.

My phone rang. A smile crossed over my face when I realized it was Max.

“Hello?”

His voice was low, reverberating in my ear. “Merry Christmas.”

“Same to you.”

“How is Whistler?”

“I’m in Vancouver.”

“What happened?”

“Calder and I headed to Vancouver.”

His voice changed. “You’re with Calder.”

“Calder is with Katrina.”

His voice relaxed. “So, what are you doing?”

“I’m hanging out with Netflix.”

“By yourself?”

“All by myself.”

“I don’t like it.”

I shut my eyes and smiled again, not wanting to admit how much I enjoyed talking to Max.

“It’s fine. We’re heading back to Whistler tomorrow for a big dinner.”

“I wish I was in town. I’d invite you over.”

Wait.What?Max wasn’t in town? I thought he had told me that he was staying in Vancouver over the holidays. “So, did you end up going home for Christmas after all?”

“Not exactly.”

“Oh.”

“I’m in Idaho.”

“Oh!”

I don’t know if it was his tone, or something in his voice, but it made me sit up straighter.

He cleared his throat. “Someone here needed my help.”

My questions burned in my chest. “I hope everything is okay.”

He didn’t respond.

I felt hurt that he didn’t want to talk about it, but damn if I would force the issue. “So, what else is new?”

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