Page 59 of Holiday Hopefuls
He shrugs, closing the door behind him. “Eh, it’s the least likely excuse to be questioned. And it’ll make her leave you alone, which I’m sure you’ll appreciate.”
Snorting, I drop into the familiar loveseat. “You got that right, Dr. Rhodes.”
“We’re not back to that again, are we?” Oliver leans against his desk, crossing his arms. Between the cozy feel of the office, his rolled-up sleeves and today being a glasses day, my hormones are literally crying right now.
“Nah,” I laugh, “it just felt right.”
He swallows, cheeks tinting. “So .. how have you been? How is … everything?”
“Everything is … getting worked on,” I admit. “Things with Connie are better. We actually rode home together last night from the family dinner.”
“Wow, that is better.” Dark blond brows raise. “Was Chris in the car, too?”
I scoff. “Definitely not.”
Oliver chuckles, leaning down to grab his bag. “Didn’t think so,” he shrugs, “but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask.” He frees my favorite scarf from his bag, offering it to me. “What did you and Connie talk about the whole time?”
“Are you being nosy?” I grin, taking the scarf.
“Maybe.”
I sigh. “We talked about her feelings for Aaron?—”
“Wow.”
“I know, right? Um … ” I knot the scarf around one of my hands as a distraction of what I now have to tell him.
Oliver frowns from his own chair. “Callie? What is it? What’s wrong?”
Pressing my lips together, I look anywhere but at the handsome therapist sitting in front of me. “Well, you see … she was telling me about how she thinks Chris is jealous … of us.”
Across the tiniest office known to man, Oliver squints as he waits for whatever’s coming next, nodding slowly.
“And I may have admitted, uh, everything.”
He freezes. “So Connie knows.”
“Yep.”
“Everything?”
“Everything. But it really all came up because Mom asked if you were coming with us to Aspen Point Lodge this year. Otherwise, it’s very possible it never would’ve come up.” I flinch, waiting for his outrage, his embarrassment.
But it doesn’t come.
“Aspen Point?” he asks, confusion coating his features.
“Uh, yeah.” I frown. “It’s this fancy lodge up in Honeyville?—”
“I know where it is.”
“Okay, well, you just looked confused so … ” The scarf may now officially be cutting off circulation, but I don’t really need that hand, anyway. “My family goes up there every year for Christmas. Then we always come home for a few days before Dad’s firm has their annual New Year’s party there, which we always attend.” I don’t bother hiding my annoyance at the obligation.
“Your family goes to Aspen Point every year?” he asks slowly.
“Yepper pepper.”
Those sculpted lips press together, suppressing a grin. “What did you tell them?”
