Page 23 of Holiday on the Rocks
GOBBLE, GOBBLE
I rolled over as the morning sun shined on my pillow nearly blinding me. I peeked over at Levi who was facing me on the floor. I stared at his sleeping face and listened to his soft breathing. I curled up and just let my eyes soak him in. I wanted to memorize every bit of him. He was adorable and hotter than a jalapeno’s armpit at the same time.
Memories of waking up with his arms around me, his body next to mine as I curled into him, warmed me from the inside out.
I slipped out of bed and back to my room to find a bazillion text messages from the girls.
Allie, how are you? I worry about you all alone in that big old house.
Why are you not answering me?
Allison Marie I am worried sick about you!
The snow is still coming down. Damn mother nature! What a freaking bitch!
Don’t make me call the police, respond!
I grabbed clothes from my suitcase and dialed Lexi.
“Galloping gremlin, I’ve been so worried. I have been going crazy with zero responses to my texts! What in the frack are you doing to me?”
“First of all, it’s been night time and I’ve been sleeping like a normal human. Secondly, why are you saying stupid words?” She was a head scratcher alright.
“I’m trying to clean up my language. I need to stop my swearing and pull my ship together.”
“I’m rolling my eyes.”
“No, I swear I’m doing it this time. No cursing while I’m in Colorado. Royce, get me a margarita.”
“It’s morning for God’s sake. Do not have a margarita. Please no drinking at the airport. The last thing you need is to be hauled off another plane.”
Her gasp nearly sucked my earring through the phone. “Mother trucker that was not my fault. I was just nervous about flying and my meds and the wine did not mix well. It happens, Allie.”
“No, it doesn’t. You were laughing and started screaming we’re going down. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, you head butted the steward who was just doing his job.”
“Hey! I didn’t mean to do that, his big old head got in the way. We agreed to never discuss this topic again.”
“You also agreed not to drink within five hundred feet of an airplane or any aviation facility. I think you even signed something.”
“Whatever. Are you the fucking margarita police now? Great, now you ruined my no cursing thing.”
“You can still not curse you know.”
She huffed. “Why bother now? Let’s face it, I love to curse and hate people. That’s just me I guess.”
“Yes, you suck.”
“Not for free.” She giggled. “People just need to be happy this blizzard hasn’t turned me into a gun toting maniac.”
“Wow, your life skills are top shelf.”
“My life skills are fine but it’s my tolerance for idiots that’s low today. I used to have an immunity built up, but there must be a new strain of stupid out there.”
“Damn stupid strains.”
“Are you keeping the doors locked?”
“Of course I locked the doors. You’re going to lose it when you see this place.”
