A Christmas Cabin for Two by KD Fisher

Author:KD Fisher [Fisher, KD]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64405-334-8
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2019-07-19T05:00:00+00:00

I CLIMBED into my truck, now coated in a few more inches of powdery snow. I buzzed with energy, my leg bouncing, teeth chattering from the frigid air. My lips kept twitching into a smile, and I didn’t want it to go away. George Strait started crooning “Silent Night” the moment I turned the key in the ignition. I sang along at top volume, not even caring when a group of women in a fancy SUV giggled at me as I glided to a halt next to them at a stoplight. I was happy. Giving them a quick wave, I mouthed, “Merry Christmas,” before turning off toward the Teton Pass. As I approached the road that would take me from Wyoming to Idaho, cars turned around, meaning the pass was closed because of the heavy snow. Usually, this discovery would have me muttering curses under my breath and tensing my jaw. Today, though, I shrugged it off, cranked up my music, and turned to take the long way home.

Pulling up outside the modest two-bedroom ranch where John and I grew up, I realized the jigsaw of minivans and trucks in the gravel driveway meant I would have to park a good hundred yards from the house. How the hell did John and Katie have so many friends? If I’d been thinking, I would have parked at home. But I was excited to give Abby her present. And I was starving. As I trudged through the snow to the front door, which was outlined in blinking colored lights and adorned with a huge fir wreath, Moose barked from inside. Abby pulled the door open, wearing some kind of superhero costume and waving wildly.

“Merry Christmas, Uncle Matt!”

I scooped her into my arms, lifting her high overhead. “Merry Christmas, bug.” I set her down inside the threshold and shrugged out of my jacket. “How was your grandma’s?”

Abby twisted her shoulders and scrunched her nose. She looked like a miniature version of her mother, with shiny black hair and tawny skin. “It was okay. Auntie Mary wears too much perfume.” Moose padded up behind her, and I bent to scratch his head.

I laughed, grateful I’d taken a shower before leaving Mikah’s so I wouldn’t be subject to the same scrutiny.

“Merry Christmas, bro!” John strolled into the small entryway, wearing a truly hideous green-and-red sweater. His dark hair was dusted with snow.

“Oh dang, was this an ugly sweater party?” I teased.

“Grandma made it for him,” Abby informed me. John nodded grimly. Every year Katie’s mom knitted them holiday sweaters, and somehow John’s was always the ugliest.

I followed them into the living area. It was hard to believe this was the same house I’d been raised in. John had cleaned the place up after our parents passed, scrubbing the yellowed linoleum in the kitchen and ridding the house of the piles of old magazines and unread junk mail. But when Katie moved in, she whipped the place into shape. The dingy flooring was replaced with wide-plank reclaimed wood, and the once off-white walls were now painted a variety of bright colors.

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