Page 15 of Easton Island: Old-Fashioned Christmas
“Because he’s spoiled rotten,” Morgan said. “And too intelligent for his own britches.”
“I have some great shots,” Ronni said. “If you don’t mind, I would like to take a couple more at the bottom of the steps so I can get the front of Locke Pointe in the photo.”
“Of course.” Harlow grasped the handrail and followed the others to the sidewalk.
Ronni made quick work of snapping the photos. “That’s perfect. Thanks again.”
“You’re welcome. I hope it attracts oodles of new visitors.” Harlow shot a peek over her shoulder before swooping down and scooping up a handful of snow. She deftly packed it into a perfectly round ball and tossed it at her father, sideswiping his jacket.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” David grabbed a handful of snow, packing it in the blink of an eye. He tossed it high in the air. Up and over it went, landing mere inches from his daughter’s face.
“Not bad.” She placed her hands on her hips. “Nice shot.”
“I’ve had years of practice.”
Chester flew down the steps, barking excitedly at the impromptu snowball fight.
Harlow patted his head. “Thanks for being a great host, Chester.” She confided that she’d left her door ajar, and the pup had sneaked into her room while she was packing.
“Chester,” Morgan admonished. “You can’t let yourself into guests’ rooms willy-nilly.”
“It’s okay. He made me miss Mort.”
“Who is probably at home, eagerly waiting for us.”
Harlow placed a light hand on her father’s arm. “Dad and I were talking about how maybe we’ll come back again and stay a little longer on our next visit. I wouldn’t mind doing a little cross-country skiing. Although Mackinac Island has plenty of places to go, we also have a lot of winter visitors.”
“No doubt Easton Island is a lot quieter than Mackinac in the winter,” Morgan said.
“It is, but then I suppose there are pluses and minuses to each. Have you heard about the snowstorm heading our way?” Harlow asked. “I saw a clip about it on the local weather station this morning.”
“Briefly. So it’s still coming toward Michigan?”
“It appears so.” David patted his pocket. “The good news is it’s moving fast. We’ll need to swing by the grocery store on our way home and stock up ahead of the storm.”
The conversation ended when Greg arrived to take them to the airport. With a final fond farewell, Harlow and her father were on their way.
Ronni held the door for Morgan. “They’re nice.”
“Down-to-earth Michiganders,” Morgan said.
“You would never know Harlow was a mega movie star.”
“Between you and me, I like her more than I thought I would.”
“You know who she reminds me of?” Ronni asked.
“Who?”
“You. Not only are you close to the same age, but you both have an air about you.”
“An air?” Morgan echoed.
“Spunk, grit, determination. When David told us the story about how Harlow handled the lecherous casting director who was pawing at her, it reminded me of something you would do.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Because it was.” Ronni linked arms with her. “And on that note, we have a party to finish prepping for.”
