Page 88 of Holiday on the Rocks
“Well, asshat, I planned to burn it but just when I was fixin’ to find some wood, a gremlin shot out of the fucking forest and drug his body away! Can you even believe that?”
“Wow.”
“I know. That’s when I knew I needed to get my tushy to Disney World.” She pointed down the hill. “I was just about to look for that flyin’ Dumbo ride I love so much. Ya know, to keep my head off the demon cowboy and all.”
Allie’s mouth dropped open as she looked at me. “What do I do?”
“Steer clear of gremlins, that’s for damn sure.”
“Come on, Lex. We’re almost to the ski lodge, we can walk.”
Lexi patted Allie on the head. “Don’t you worry. I’ll be cool as a cucumber. Nobody will ever guess I offed a demon cowboy today.”
I grabbed everybody’s skis, and we walked down the slope just next to the trees so no fellow skiers nailed us.
About twenty feet down, I looked over as Rachel skied past us and Allie gasped. Yes, Rach gave us a wave as she zipped by wearing her ski pants and purple bra.
Allie screamed, which made Lexi laugh. “Rachel is skiing in a bra? What the hell is going on?”
We finally reached the bottom of the hill where the normal people were hanging out. Rachel was stepping out of her skis as onlookers gasped.
“Levi!” I looked at Allie who had shock written across her forehead.
“I got it.” I left the skis on a table, pulled off my jacket, and jogged over to Rachel. “Let’s get this coat on you.”
She looked up at me while her hand went to my cheek. “But it’s just so warm out. I don’t think I need it.”
“You do, trust me.”
She patted my face. “You’re still a hottie like you were back then. Don’t tell Lexi I said so.”
“Uh, thanks.”
“But I still hate ya, just to be clear.”
“Got it.”
I grabbed her arm and led her to Allie who had Lexi seated on a chair next to the Christmas tree. Rach sat on Lexi’s lap.
“Hello my beauty.”
Allie clapped her hands. “Okay, what is going on? Did everybody do shots or what?”
Lexi shrugged her shoulders. “No. But I think you could use a shot.” She kissed Lexi on the cheek. “Allison has a stick wedged up her ass, I think. She’s a party pooper and didn’t even let me ride the Dumbo ride.”
Rachel waved her arm in the air. “Boo!”
Suddenly Evan shot out the ski lodge. “Thank God. Please tell me you both aren’t stoned?”
I glanced at Allie. “Nope. But after the last ten minutes I sorta wish I was.”
He was out of breath. “Turns out Kristina bought some—air quotes—fundraiser baked goods from some fraternity in the parking lot. By the time I figured out what was happening our crew had inhaled every last one and vanished.”
Allie shook her head. “So they’re all high?”
Evan laughed. “Sky high in Colorado.” He pointed to the ski slope. “Clint disappeared up the mountain so not sure where the hell he ended up.”
My heart did a cheerleader jump for the first time ever as the thought of clusternut Clint never returning. “I’m sure he’s fine.”
