Page 83 of Holiday on the Rocks
“Allie! Where are you?”
Lexi’s voice bounced around me.
“I better go.” I dropped my gun to the ground and started down the tree.
Once on solid ground I picked up my weapon to hear pops from above as he pelleted my bottom.
“Levi!” I whisper yelled.
He shrugged. “You know I can’t resist.
I whisper yelled, “You’re a handful, and I don’t like it!”
“I know I’m a handful. That’s why you have two hands.”
I shot him a dramatic eyeroll before I took a few steps.
“Allie Motherfuckin’ Langley.”
I spun back toward him, and he shot me in the left boob leaving a purple streak.
I whispered yelled. “You stop that Levi Motherfuckin’ Dawson!”
With that he shot my other boob. While annoyed, it did even out my look.
Twenty brisk minutes later Royce’s voice floated through the forest. “Is this thing over? Is everybody dead?”
One by one we all appeared with our white coveralls now rainbowed up a bit. A few moments later my heart skipped a beat as I realized Levi and Clint had not appeared yet. I knew Levi could easily stage a horrific accident, but of course he wouldn’t.
A minute ticked by and Clint came into sight as gasps from all cut through the air. His white coveralls were not white. At all. Every inch of him had been assaulted with jelly balls, including his blond hair that was now purple and green.
Rachel laughed. “Holy shit, Clint.”
He flashed a tense smile as he rolled over to me. That’s when Levi walked out of the forest in his white coveralls. Completely white. Not hit once. He shot me a wink as the rest of the group was silent. My eyes met Lexi’s and there was still pissiness there, but underneath I could see she was impressed; even she couldn’t resist a badass who could shoot shit up.
Once back at the house and after Clint took a quick shower, Kristina clapped her hands. “Alrighty y’all, I thought since we’re in a ski town, maybe we should hit the bunny hills this afternoon?” She put her arm around Clint. “I haven’t been on a pair of skis ever, but when in Rome, right?”
I stood at the kitchen counter and Clint made his way over to me as everyone was grabbing snacks.
“Hey.” He nudged my shoulder with his. “Maybe we hang back here while they hit the slopes? Have some time to talk?”
I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, opened it, and held my finger out as I took a long drink while trying to gather my thoughts. He came here, I should stay and talk.
“You’re really thirsty.”
I put my bottle down. “Yes, this air is, uh, dry.”
He took my hand in is. “So, we’re staying?”
“Well, I really think we should go with everybody. I mean, it’s a ski town, we should probably ski for a bit. Right?” My armpits were sticky.
FORTY
LEVI
HERE WE GO
I hadn’t realized “over the moon” was an actual thing until it registered with me that there would be no alone time for douche nozzle and Allie if we were at the slopes. Yes, I heard the news from the walk-in kitchen pantry where I hid eavesdropping like an obsessed lunatic.
