“It’s a little better in the afternoons, but for some reason, morning and evenings are the worst. This baby is trying to kill me.” She sighed into the phone. “You all ready for this week?”
“No.”
She paused for a moment. “It’s going to be weird without Dad. And not being at home this year.”
“Yeah,” was all I could say without breaking. My mind went back to last year, when Christmas morning was spent crowded around my dad’s bedside because he was too sick to move to the family room. We even moved the Christmas tree to his bedroom. That was probably why I couldn’t stomach the thought of putting up my own tree this year.
Chloe sighed. “So, I just talked to Mom. Do you want the bad news or the really bad news first? And it’s actually the same thing.”
I groaned, grabbing all my toiletries I’d need for the week from my bathroom drawers and dropping them onto my bed. “No news. I’m not interested in any news if it relates to Mom and her new husband.” In our own private circles, we referred to Russ as the new husband.
“You might want to be warned of this one.”
“UGH. What?”
“You know the Fosters?”
“The family that’s been our neighbors our entire lives? Yeah. I’ve heard of them.”
“You can cut the attitude. Trust me, I am doing you a favor right now.”
Instantly, the tension in my shoulders reappeared. “I’m sorry. What?”
“Turns out…Mom and Russ invited them to come with us this week.”
I groaned.
“That’s not the bad part.”
My breath caught. “Don’t even say—"
“Glenn’s here for the holidays, and from the impression I got talking with Mom this morning…she and Virginia Foster are planning this week to be a romantic re-awakening of sorts for the two of you.”
“Shut your face.”
“I believe the schedule is for you two to fall in love by Day 3 and start having babies within the next six months.”
“That math doesn’t even make sense.”
“I know.”
I sank onto my bed in shock as dread began dripping through my veins like an IV.
Chloe went on. “I tried to tell her that it was over between you two and that you have no interest in him, but Mom’s pretty convinced that you ruined your life by breaking up with him all those years ago.”
The more she spoke, the more weight her revelation put on me. Glenn Foster was going to be at the lodge. All week long. Unfiltered panic began to race through every vein in my body.
No.
NO.
I had my whole week figured out. I was going to fake it all. Smiles. Hugs. Friendliness. And then I’d go back home and cry my eyes out. I did NOT need the added complication of an old flame (and not even a real flame, more like a match you strike once before you realize you’d rather just freeze) trying to make a move. And he would. He never got over the fact that I had broken up with him. I could honestly see the week going one of two ways: him following me around, making sure I was aware of all the things I had missed out on while not being with him, or acting too cool and aloof to talk to me at all, which wouldn’t last long if our mothers were behind our supposed reconciliation. Either scenario had too much Glenn Foster for my taste.
“Say something,” Chloe said.
“I have no words.”
“Alright, plan B. We find you a hot lumberjack at the lodge. There are going to be other families there. Odds are somebody hot and single will be around. Give Glenn some competition.”