Perfectly Kissed by Lacey Silks

Author:Lacey Silks [Silks, Lacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MyLit Publishing
Published: 2015-12-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Okay, so maybe pissing Dave off the day before Christmas wasn’t such a good idea, but as the hours after breakfast passed and we all got to work preparing for that evening’s dinner, his spirit seemed to lift. He helped Parker make popcorn garlands for the Christmas tree. Justin and Mr. Mayers were already on wine glass number I lost count, while Dave chugged on a glass of water. They had this thing where if two of them were drinking, the third one stayed sober — just in case someone needed a driver. It didn’t matter that we were in the mountains and the likelihood of anyone driving anywhere was smaller than a meteorite striking earth. The Mayers men wouldn’t break their rules.

I pushed the cranberry and bread stuffing into the turkey, almost all the way up to my elbows, and saw a chuckle escape from Dave’s mouth across the room. I gave him that look, silently asking whether he’d like to feel me stuff him, but I didn’t say anything, because, well, inappropriate comments and all. I wasn’t sure why a vegetarian would be given this task, but I couldn’t complain. And if they didn’t all try my new quinoa salad with baby tomatoes, chickpeas, and cilantro I’d stuff that down their mouths myself.

The best things about being part of this family were the holidays and that feeling of belonging I’d been searching for my entire life. It was something I’d never had before I came into their lives, but craved more than air. Soon enough the smell of apple pie drifted through the cabin, and we were able to put the bird in. We peeled potatoes, April cooked the frozen pierogies she’d bought, and made red borscht. She still held on to a recipe from her mom. April might have been eight when their mom passed away, but Mrs. Mayers had left a mark on her daughter more permanent than a tattoo.

By early afternoon, all the salads were ready in the fridge, the fish was fried and set in the warming drawer, and the bird was marinating in its juices. Another hour and it would be ready.

And with one audible crack, the Christmas tree lights flicked off, the hum of the oven silenced, and the kitchen lights went out. Dave reached for his back pocket, scrolled through his phone, and frowned.

“The power lines are down.”

“How long do you think it will be?” I asked.

“The last time I looked at my résumé, fortune teller wasn’t on there.”

But asshole was?

“Sorry,” he mumbled. Yeah, Dave was still upset about the kiss I gave Justin that morning.

“Someone should check on Mrs. Bowers.” Mr. Mayers said.

“I thought that grumpy lady died last spring?” I said. Though it would make me sad to hear, I was sure someone would have told me about the funeral. Despite her moody tendencies, she’d always be part of some tender memories. Mrs. Bowers must have been at least a hundred years old. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating, but she definitely resembled a corpse.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.