Page 6 of Easton Island: Old-Fashioned Christmas
Quinn chuckled. “He doesn’t like them.”
“Nope. I might have to take the ‘jingler’ out.” Morgan popped them off and patted his head. “He’s been a good sport about leaving them on.”
The front door flew open. A red-cheeked Greg, sporting a dusting of fresh snow, appeared. “Hey, Quinn.”
“Hey, Greg.” Quinn gave him the once-over. “You look like Frosty the Snowman.”
“I finished shoveling the walkway and ran home to grab some stuff from the shed. While I was there, I found something fun.”
Morgan perked up. “Fun?”
“It’s in the back of the van.”
“I’m always looking for new activities for our guests.”
“This one will knock it out of the park.”
“Bring it inside.”
“It’s an outdoor activity.” Greg reached for the doorknob. “You want to check it out?”
“Sure.” Morgan stepped into the hall.
“Hold up.” He stopped her. “You’ll need snow pants, winter boots, your jacket, a hat and gloves.”
“Count me out of the fun,” Quinn grimaced. “I don’t have any winter weather gear with me.”
“I have extra.” Morgan ran to the closet and began rummaging around. She grabbed a handful of clothes and dropped them in the middle of the foyer floor. “What about your winter gear?”
“All I need are my snow pants. They’re hanging on the hook by my front door. I’ll be right back.” Greg ran out, returning less than a minute later with snow pants in hand. He finished suiting up, beating Morgan and Quinn, who were struggling with the bulky clothing.
“Should we bring our phones?”
“It would be safer if you left them here.”
The friends exchanged a quick glance. “Is this activity dangerous?”
He thought about it for a minute. “It could be. It depends on your skill level.”
“Our skill level would be negative one. In case you forgot, Quinn and I are Floridians through and through,” Morgan joked.
“But you have good eye coordination and balance. You’ll be fine.”
Morgan pulled the knit cap over her ears and waddled after Greg, following him to the door. “I hope I don’t live to regret this.”
Quinn zipped her jacket, hurrying to keep up. “Live being the keyword.”
“Seriously, it’s a blast. I promise.” Greg chuckled. “If not, it will be a one and done.”
Morgan whispered a small prayer under her breath. She was up for trying out new winter activities, but something told her whatever Greg had up his sleeve might sorely test her skill level.
Chapter 4
“I’m not sure about this.” Morgan nervously tugged at her knit cap and stared at the wooden sled sporting red racing stripes. “It’s kind of small.”
“And the hill is pretty steep,” Quinn said. “What if we can’t stop and keep going right into Lake Huron?”
“It’s frozen, at least near the shore,” Greg said. “If you want, I can add a buffer to stop the sleds from reaching the water.”
