Fran Cuthbert Ruins Christmas by Lisa Henry & J.A. Rock

Author:Lisa Henry & J.A. Rock [Henry, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-14T18:30:00+00:00

“Are you gonna tell Dr. Florris how much crap you’ve been eating?” Cass’s wine sloshed dangerously in its glass. Cass was in my house. Cass was drinking wine with me. And eating gingersnaps. Plus some candy canes we took off the tree. And some Kahlua I found in one of the moving boxes.

“I don’t know.” I licked my fingertip and used it to get some crumbs out of the empty gingersnap package. “Maybe he’ll put me on his naughty list.”

“Hot,” Cass said.

“Yeah, it is.” I licked my fingertip again. “He wants to talk about my lipids.”

“Hot,” Cass repeated.

The thing was, I couldn’t even get into fantasies about Dr. Stephen Florris right now. All I could think about was Cass. He was wearing jeans and a red cable knit sweater and his hair was mussed and we were just friends but I wanted to kiss him. So much. Also wanted to grope the front of his jeans. And bite his neck. And suck his dick. And marry him.

I’d had a lot of wine.

And Kahlua.

“Maybe he can give me my own Xanax prescription. So I don’t have to keep getting pills from my mom.”

“Kathy gives you her Xanax?”

“Sometimes. When she’s in a good mood.”

Cass stared at me from the other side of the couch. We’d made sure to leave a friend-appropriate distance between us. “Why are you so anxious?”

“I don’t know. Why is the sky blue? Why does this town have five Christmas stores? Why are you so hot?”

“Wait, what?”

“Nothing.”

“Fran.”

“You are, though.”

“What did we say?” he asked sternly.

“Friends.”

“Right.” He drained the last of his wine then set his glass on the coffee table. “You’re hot too.”

“Thanks.”

We didn’t say anything for a minute. Cass leaned back. “What do you want for Christmas? Your one wish?”

“Like, a wish? Or something, like, a thing. An item.”

“A wish. It can be an item.”

I considered this. “To be on Dr. Florris’s naughty list, I guess.”

“No, seriously.”

“For my girls to be happy. Forever.”

He nodded. “That’s a good one.”

“What about you?”

“Um…” He laughed awkwardly.

“C’mon. Are you embarrassed to say?”

“Sort of.”

“Yeah?”

“A date,” he said.

“A date?”

“Yeah. No, that’s stupid. Sorry. That’s…stupid. Sorry.”

“No, no, no. Tell me what you mean.”

He shrugged. “I just…kind of want, like, the perfect guy to show up. And take me on a date.”

I burned with jealousy toward this imaginary perfect guy, then shoved that feeling into the mental box marked For My Future Therapist. “A date,” I repeated.

“I haven’t ever had anything romantic happen to me, really.”

“Oh, come on. What about when I took you to Taco Bell for your seventeenth birthday?”

He nodded. “That was very romantic.”

“Especially the part where Linda drove us.”

“And paid,” Cass agreed. He spread his arms along the back of the sofa, and it made me really, really want to stick my hand under his sweater and feel his chest.

“So what would the perfect date be?”

He stared at me. “I like your mouth.”

“Thanks.”

He turned his gaze to the Christmas tree. “A fancy restaurant.”

“Good luck finding one here.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Mon Ami.

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