Snowflake Hollow--Complete Series by Lexy Timms

Author:Lexy Timms
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Holiday romance, new adult romance, sweet romance, hometown romance, sexy, hot and steamy, happily ever after, sweet love story, romance love, romance billionaire series, billionaire romance, holiday, holiday romance, romance, billionaire, women's fiction, New Years Romance, Christman Romance, Christmas fictionHoliday romance, new adult romance, sweet romance, hometown romance, sexy, hot and steamy, happily ever after, sweet love story, romance love, romance billionaire series, billionaire romance, holiday, holiday romance, romance, billionaire, women's fiction, New Years Romance, Christman Romance, Christmas fiction
Publisher: Dark Shadow Publishing
Published: 2021-12-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Lawson

SOMETHING WAS DEFINITELY up, but I was damned if I could figure out exactly what it was.

Holly and I had been having a great time, I thought. We were even bordering, if not having tumbled right on over, into relationship territory after we slept together. Going to the festival was supposed to be a solidification of that, and indeed, it felt like it was for the first part of the time we were there. I even got to look like the coolest dude ever with the clown dunk and then dipped her for a kiss.

Then, out of nowhere that evening, she just decided she wanted to go home, and I had barely seen or heard from her since. And when I had, she was cold and distant, like something I said bothered her or I had done something to upset her. I knew enough about women to know that asking what I did was tantamount to doing it all over again, so I dedicated quite a bit of mental space to going over the last few days and figuring out what in the world I possibly could have done to make her so angry and upset.

Days later and I still had nothing.

She had barely spoken to me on the way back to the bed-and-breakfast, so I was pretty sure it wasn’t something I’d said then. She also didn’t kiss me good night, and though I waited up for her, she didn’t come back into my room after finishing up downstairs either. I had hoped for another night of being curled up with her, but apparently, that wasn’t in the cards.

The next morning, I woke up to silence and realized I hadn’t even changed out of my clothes, hoping she would join me for the night and I could get undressed then. It was presumptive, sure, but I liked the idea of not getting comfortable until I knew for sure she wasn’t going to make it, and then I just dozed off in the bed with cooking shows on TV.

Over the next few days, she was elusive. It was like trying to catch a wet dog; she avoided me or slipped out of rooms right as I got in them. I couldn’t seem to get a bead on her, and she was usually gone well before I got into rooms she had been in. I tried not to think something was wrong and that she was just busy, but it was hard not to think it. It was almost as if there was a glaring sign in her absence that said whatever we had was gone or at least was on pause.

Breakfast was just sad. I tried to find her by getting up early and meeting her down there, but she had already come and left, leaving behind a phoned-in breakfast of bland breakfast cereals, apples, and toast or a basic pastry. There hadn’t been any coffee on those days, and I didn’t know if she had just not made it because she didn’t feel like it or if it was meant to be some sort of message.

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