Page 5 of My Ex for Christmas
SHUT UP
Ok, don't shut up!!! I need DETAILS, woman!
I spilled a drink on myself and I'm not totally convinced he didn't see it happen.
And then we had the most awkward conversation in the history of conversations.
Sister Sam
Hadley! I'm sure it wasn't that bad!
It was bad. 0/10, do not recommend seeing your ex again after eight years of no contact.
Sister Sam
Maybe this is what you need.
To almost die of embarrassment?
Sister Sam
No! Maybe the universe is telling you something. Something about you and Brooks. ;)
Oops, sorry. I don't have signal anymore. You're breaking up.
Sister Sam
HADLEY
I set my phone in the cupholder and start the drive back to the resort. It buzzes a few times with more texts from my sister, probably a call or two, but eventually it dies down. I breathe a sigh of relief.
Despite what Sam may think, seeing Brooks again is not asign. The universe has far better things to do than play matchmaker between me and my high school ex boyfriend.
Besides, it’s been eight years—Brooks might not be single. Hell, he might even be married.
Oh, God. What if he has a wife?
And so what if he does? We broke up a long time ago. I wasn’t ever planning to see him again. He could get married if he wanted to. That totally doesn’t bug me.
I clench my jaw and curse my sister for planting this silly idea in my head. What happened tonight was a coincidence. Nothing more.
A sign? Absolutely not.
CHAPTER 3
BROOKS
As it turns out,seeing the woman you used to love after eight long years apart really fucks with your focus.
I can’t get her out of my head. Her long red hair, which used to rest at her shoulders but now stops just below her breasts. The way her hips looked in those tight pants she wore. And those goddamn eyes. They have no right being that stunning. Even a day after our encounter, I have to really think about whether the glass I’m holding is dirty or clean.
Dirty, I decide, adding it to the dishwasher.
The lounge at Sugar Peak Resort serves a different clientele than I’m used to at Dirty Dick’s. There, I can shoot the shit with my regulars, folks I’ve come to know over the past five years I’ve been living in town. But here, every customer is a stranger, and they rotate out like they’re trying to win a prize for guest turnover rate.
Maybe I’m a little biased, but this place isn’t my scene.
“Who are you and what have you done with Brooks Dawson?”
