Page 8 of Miss Christmas


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“What about your parents? Do you not think they’d like to see a tree when they come round?” She continues.

“No, they understand,” I say without thinking, and just like that, I see the cogs whirring in her brain. “That I don’t like Christmas,” I add hastily.

“God, so you’re a Scrooge?”

“Merry—”

“Meredith,” she interrupts me haughtily.

“Right. Sorry.Meredith.” The name feels too formal in my mouth. She’s definitely a Merry. “I’m not a Scrooge.”

“Oh? What have you done for Christmas?” She challenges me, a wicked smile on her lips.

She’s beginning to irritate me now, and I tell her as much.

“Well.” She laughs, throwing her head back to reveal her slender neck. “You always used to irritate me, so maybe it’s payback.”

I exhale, checking my phone. I needed to get Rob to come and pick her up so she could get gone already. Attractive as she is, she’s annoying as fuck.

“I’ve got some signal,” I half yell as she eagerly takes the phone from my hands. “Wait, I need to call Rob.”

“I know, but Cassie will be so worried. Please let me call her first.”

She isn’t asking as she’s already tapping the number into my phone.

Honestly.

She stands, pacing the room whilst I study her secretly. Legs that go on for miles up to a curvy bum, a slim waist, and a hefty bosom command my attention.

“Cassie! Oh! Yes, I’m okay! Thank God, I knew you’d be worried.”

She’s babbling away to her sister, telling her she’s at my house.

“Yeah. Him.”

Uh oh, what does that mean?

“His friend is going to come and get me so I can come to—what?”

She stops suddenly, turning around to face me with wide eyes.

“That can’t be—shit! Seriously? Oh, God! How long?”

This doesn’t sound good at all.At.All.

I’m trying to get her attention as she nods and groans, licking her lips before she says goodbye, promising she will be ok with me and that her sister knows where she is.

“What?” I demand as she hands me the phone, sinking to the sofa beside me.

“The roads are closed in and out of town. There’s been a bad accident on Cardiac Hill, so they’ve had to close it down.”

“Shit!”

“And that means I’m stuck,” she says slowly, lifting her eyes to mine. “Here. With you.”

“Oh, no, I’m sure you’re not. They’ll have the roads open in no time,” I say confidently. “I told you, we are used to these harsh winters.”

“Cassie said it’s really bad in town. Cars have been abandoned, people are stranded…” her words trail off as she stares out of the window. “I can’t walk in this,” she says, almost to herself.