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“Well, good morning. About time you got up.”
“I’m tired, okay?”
“The girls have some games they brought with them. You know, things that a five and three year old are able to play without too much frustration or fighting.”
“Sounds like fun. When should I come over?”
“Anytime. We’re just hanging out here today, but Beth is making dinner at six. You’re more than welcome to join us.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you this afternoon.”
I set my phone back on my bedside table and flopped back onto the pillow. There was only a few days left of vacation, and then it would be back to real life. No more rom-com kisses in the snow. No more game nights or movie nights with Owen and his girls.
It would just be meetings, working, and trying to survive each day. As much as I loved my job and I was looking forward to getting back into a routine, I was desperately going to miss the magic that this trip has showed me.
I wandered out to the kitchen and pushed the door open. The voices that had been quietly whispering suddenly stopped. I looked around the room to see my mom, Sierra, Taylor, and Amelia casually sipping their coffees like nothing was going on.
“Okay, go ahead. Say what you need to say.”
“What makes you think we need to say something, sweetheart?”
“Because I know you all stopped talking as soon as I walked in here. Obviously you were talking about me.”
“That doesn’t sound like us,” Taylor said with a shrug.
“You’re the worst gossip of the bunch,” I accused.
Taylor winked at me as he grabbed another mug of coffee for Luke and disappeared through the door.
“Sweetheart, you know we all love Owen—”
“So youweretalking about me?”
“Yeah, obviously!” Amelia chimed in.
“You didn’t think we’d just let a kiss like that go unnoticed, did you?” Sierra asked.
“Well, no one said anything about it yesterday, so I figured you had all forgotten about it.”
“Skye, these two were too busy sucking face,” Amelia made a gagging sound as she said it, “but I saw the whole thing.”
“What whole thing? It was just a New Year’s kiss. Nothing interesting or exciting about it.”
“That’s not what I saw.”
“Then tell me what you think you saw.”
“Picture this: it’s a snowy night. Fireworks are exploding in the sky. Everyone is counting down—“
“Babe, we were all there. But thank you for setting the scene,” Sierra chimed in.
“Well, anyway, it turned into a slow-mo from a movie or something. Owen looked at Skye, Skye looked at Owen. They both turned into the little emoji with the heart eyes. He walked towards her. She blushed.”
“I did not.”
“Who is telling the story here?”
I rolled my eyes at her, but let her continue.
