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I want to wish her a Merry Christmas. I want to hear her voice.
I want to have phone sex.
I want to sext her, telling her all the things I want to do to her.
I miss her bubble butt.
I miss her naked more-than-a-handful tits.
I miss being inside her.
I miss her sass.
I justmissher.
“Ouch.” A snowball lands with a sting against my cheek. I sit up, looking for the culprit.
“Thought that would get ye attention. It looked like ye zoned out.” Shamus’s kilt is in my face. No, his legs are not bare. Thank God because he’s standing over me. He has on tight, black waterproof thermal pants and black snow boots. He’s wearing a thick winter jacket, scarf, and beanie, as we all have on our heads. “I told ye if ye start moping over Ophelia, I was going to distract ye,” he says quietly, so Alice doesn’t hear.
“I’m notmoping.I was thinking,” I whisper-hiss, “there is a difference, you fool.” I pretend I’m pissed off with my friend while brushing the snow off my face.
I sit up, shoving Shamus in the legs to move away. I’m not stupid. He is getting used as a diversion—an old snowball war playbook trick, blocking my view of what is happening behind him.
Thwack!
Another snowball lands on my face.
Thwack! Thwack!
And then another. And then another.
I don’t have to look far to catch the culprits. Both are doing a poor job of pretending it isn’t them. I can see how Teagan and Alice’s backs are shaking; they are laughing their heads off.
My sisters are trying to use their attention on our parents as a decoy, giving them an enthusiastic wave. Mom and Dad are in their late fifties. Dad holds his own with the look of a handsome salt-and-pepper spectacled professor. Mom looks after herself keeping her light brown hair cut in a soft, wavy bob. They are wrapped up in each other’s arms, watching all of us playing about, carrying on like we are ten years old, snapping photos of the three of us.
The past nine days have been fantastic for Alice, staying in Eagle River’s large home my parents bought, not too far from Anchorage. She doesn’t do well with long periods without seeing them, so that’s why we make it an extended vacation up here each year until my folks are ready to come back down to Los Angeles.
I smile to myself, counting down the seconds until the inevitable. My sisters have conspired to fool me, but I’m no fool. I’ve kept a subtle eye on Teagan while Alice tries to keep my attention on our parents.
My twin spins toward me, holding three snowballs shouting and giggling, “Snowball war!”
“Right, it’s on!” I roll onto my stomach, crawling farther away. I hurriedly pat into shape two balls of snow and then jump to my feet. Hell, yeah, a war has begun. “Dad, protect Mom,” I call out to my father. “The girls are playing dirty. Or do you want to team up against Shamus?”
“Oh, ye going there are ye? Well, bring it on.” Shamus makes the universal bring-it-on-hand signal and rolls his shoulders, grinning wickedly. He looks like he’s ready to play dodgeball.
“I’ll protect your mother, son.” I never doubted Dad wouldn’t.
Mom wraps her arms around my father’s neck and kisses him on the cheek. They are still so in love. “We will take the happy snaps while you all go to war,” she calls out, beaming a smile at me. She loves having her family around her, but I understand they also need a break to spend time with each other and do what they want. They spent thirty years dedicated to Alice, and along the way, they forgot she became a grownup and forgot how to spend quality time with each other.
Initially, they were only coming up here for six months, but then Dad and Mom had a crack at writing paranormal romance novels under a pen name when they first arrived in Alaska, and they do very well self-publishing. Many of their story ideas come from living here, so they decided to make it a four or five-year plan, concentrating on building a thriving business.
“Every man or woman for herself,” Alice squeals and hurls another snowball at me.
“Sister, it is on, now!” I yell at her, which only makes her giggle uncontrollably and run in the other direction away from me, which results in me throwing a snowball softly at the back of her head.
Then snowballs fly in all directions, pelting body parts until we are exhausted from laughing and have had enough.
It will get dark shortly, so we start walking back to the large two-story house.
