Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Me: I was baking profiteroles for the party and practicing my song while recovering from a near-death experience. You have such a dirty mind.
Connor: You can’t bake
Me: You don’t know my life.
Bex: He is like 80% of your life.
Connor: Please. I’m 100%
Connor: Veronica says hi
Me: Woohoo FDV is my MVP!
Bex: ?
Me: FDV=Front Desk Veronica. The future mother of his babies.
Bex: Were you both hooking up while I was stuck listening to this band practice their cover of Pink Pony Club a thousand times?
Me: Love that song!
Bex: That’s why I told them to learn it. Don’t change the subject. Connor? What’s up with FDV?
Connor: VERONICA is great
Connor: She’s actually got a job in the city. She used to work here so she was covering a few shifts for a friend having surgery and got stuck in the storm.
Connor: I think I should ask her out when we get back.
Me: He let her sleep in my room. Future Uncle Win is best wingman evah!
Bex: Can’t wait to meet her. Storm ended last night and the locals are on it. The road up the mountain should be open soon, and we’re running a few errands before we...crash a sweet old couple’s party. Maybe we’ll just hang out in your room while you sing, Winnie.
Connor: Nah. There are so many Finns no one will notice if you’re there. Even fake exes will be busy. BTW, did you know this lodge is owned by a friend of Ellen Finn? And that the “sweet old couple” came here alone once a year as soon as their kids were old enough, but never learned to ski because they were too busy snuggling by the fire? I do. Because I’ve been snowed in with their family all weekend and they might have adopted me.
Bex: Conman will have all the tea now!
Me: Tea talk: I shared some of your stories about the Finns with Michael. When you see Batman, don’t tell him.
Bex: Why would I see him? Oh, you mean at the lodge. Right…
Bex: Wait. You’re having sex, baking things and SHARING CONFIDENCES with him? Who are you? Did someone steal this phone? Winnie, is that you?
Connor: I bet he’s sharing more than secrets. I might not be the only one having babies *wink*
Bex: …
Me: You’re still running that sex ed program for your players, Coach. You have to know that’s not how things work.
Connor: It works in that werewolf book Bex read last month #mpreg
Me: Erase! Erase! Erase!
Bex: Hah. Val needs me to help him with something. Go make some babies and I’ll talk to you later.
Connor: Shit. Forgot to tell you Seamus said we could come and get you soon. Ready for a snowmobile ride?
I roll my eyes and set down my phone to stare at the two tiny dogs on my lap. “I’m not ready for babies or snowmobiles,” I inform them as they lick my arms. “And didn’t I tell you I wasn’t made of bacon?”
Either they don’t know or don’t care, because the licking only gets more exuberant.
Smiling a little sadly, I set them down beside me and get back to my feet. It’s early, but I’m not that surprised about Connor’s last text. I was actually already showered and dressed in my own clothes when I came down the stairs to see the sun shining as brightly through the bay and kitchen windows as it had been upstairs. The view outside tells me the snow must have been melting all night.
Reality is coming to Honeymoon Cabin, I think glumly.
This might be the first time I’m not looking forward to seeing my crew. When I do, it will mean the isolation bubble Michael and I have been in has officially burst, and all of this is over. The fantastic sex. The unexpectedly deep conversations. The cuddling and bathing together. All of it. Our island is going to be invaded and I’m just wishing for another sudden change in the weather.
Bex isn’t wrong. I’ve been appreciating snow more every day.
I decide to cook breakfast to keep myself busy. Michael is in the shower, and he might like to be off kitchen duty this morning. “I should make enough for Connor too.”
Why? Because you know he never turns down a meal and it might delay your departure?
Maybe.
As I gather the ingredients—luckily the baker in this cabin brought a lot of eggs with him—I think about how we spent the rest of yesterday to cheer myself up.
We had a class—Finns 101—where I doled out information about the different couples and throuples he might run into at the party. There are a lot of them, and remembering all the details wasn’t easy, since Michael had decided he learned best when his teacher was sitting on his lap with no clothes on.
Not that I’m complaining.
Then, after we took a break to finish the pastry puffs, make the filling and banter over another episode of our show, he convinced me that I needed to get over my hang-up with the upstairs bedroom so we could break it in.