[18+]
College student Hadley Bell is eager to return home for the holidays, but there's a problem. Her ex-no. 44 Nick Baker, Professional Snocross Racer and member of the Bell Race Team, still resides under her parent's roof.
Tensions run high, and...
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Wolf was quite possibly the most adorable creature I'd ever encountered, and if my mom came home right now and saw her sitting on the couch, she'd lose it.
I stroked her soft fur, forgoing the editing I had planned on completing while everyone was out.
I'd planned on sulking on the couch in front of the fire and stuffing my face with the nachos Baker tossed in the trash.
I didn't blame him, he needed to scrape them off the pan with a metal spatula, and they still didn't want to budge.
I wanted to be mad, but the chuckle of humiliation cracked when he suggested grabbing a scrapper from the garage, and I couldn't help but laugh at myself.
I wasn't a terrible cook, and I might have done alright if it wasn't for the damn jalapenos. My hands still throbbed, and I contemplated running out the patio doors and shoving them into the snow.
It was nice to see Baker smile, even if it was at the expense of my dignity. It had been so long I might have forgotten what it looked like had I not gone through old pics.
He scrubbed the pan, using no small amount of might before finishing and made his way over to the sitting room, seeming reluctant to sit with me. I understood why. Not only did I have a boyfriend who was pissed at me for withholding information about Baker, but I hadn't been very kind to him.
Baker took the armchair adjacent to the couch, and his dog left me to sit at his feet. "She's beautiful," I said and meant it.
Baker scratched behind her ear, looking down with admiration. The boys and I always wanted a dog, but my mom wouldn't allow it. Not because she hated them but because they were a lot of work, and between having two twins and a daughter who were only a year apart, a husband who worked constantly, and a job of her own, she would never have found the time.
My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the coffee table next to my camera and laptop.
Dallas: Hey, can't wait to see you.
My brows furrowed as I picked up my phone. Dallas hadn't answered one of my texts since our last conversation, and it showed with the one-sided one I was having with myself.
Hadley: ??
I waited for a response. Unable to understand what he meant. Was Dallas planning a trip to see me? Or did he mean when I returned?
I understood he was mad at me. I should have told him about Baker. It wasn't because I was hiding him as he accused me of doing. Dallas was supposed to come home with me. I had planned on informing him the night before we were scheduled to leave, but he never made it to the apartment. Practice had run late, which was pretty standard, so I thought I'd wait and tell him on the plane, but then he bailed.
