Page 22 of That First Flight
“It came with the house.”
“Makes no sense but whatever.” I shrug despite that he can’t see me. “I saw that the water line outside was exposed so I went ahead and insulated those for you and I’ll shut the water down before I leave.”
“You’re the best, despite your stupid jokes.” This causes us both to laugh. “So, how’s it going with Macey?”
“How do you know her name?”
I hear Avery chuckle in the background. “Lucky guess. We assumed you went to the bar we recommended the first night you got there and that was the night you sent the text. So we put two and two together.”
“You little smarty pants over there,” I say in a tone that sounds like I’m talking to a two-year-old.
“Whatever you do, do not christen my house before I get the chance to,” he warns.
“Is this a bad time to tell you we already did? Three times in the kitchen, once on the couch, another in that massive shower and the last time was right in your king-size bed.”
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
“No you won’t, because you already know I’m joking.”
He sighs. “One cannevertell with you. Besides, it’s your thing to bang someone everywhere you go.”
“It’s not like that,” I correct him before continuing, “I mean it’s not like I don’t want to. She’s a smoke show. But there’s something about her that has me intrigued. I’m actually more desperate to just get to know her.”
None of that’s a lie.
Don’t get me wrong, the thought of laying Macey in bed and claiming every part of her body has absolutely crossed my mind since I saw her at the bar again. But she’s the first woman who has crossed my path that I just want to learn more about and find out who she really is under that armor she seems to have up.
It’s a totally new feeling for me.
“Careful. You’re starting to sound like you want a relationship.”
“Nah. It’s a strictly platonic friendship.”
“Riiiight,” he drawls out.
“Get your head checked while you’re up there, Ollie,” Avery bellows from the background. “This doesn’t sound like you at all.”
“I’ll add it to my to-do list.”
“What’s your plan for the rest of the day, anyway?” Marc asks.
“On my way in, I saw a small cottage style home at the bottom of the mountain. I only have three more days here and I still need a few more things for the post. I feel like I haven’t gotten enough pictures so I’m going to knock on their door and see if they’ll let me take some pictures of the sunset for the main image.”
“Spoken like a true extrovert.”
“Yup. Have no fear, Ollie is here.”
He barks out a laugh. “Whatever you say. Good luck with that. We’re headed to bed. Have a good rest of the day and Happy New Year.”
“You too, brother.” I end the call and pocket my cell phone.
Once I step out the front door, I suck in a deep breath, letting the crisp mountain air engulf my lungs. God, it’s perfect up here.
The snow stopped falling a few hours ago, leaving the perfect amount of snow covering the grass and keeping the roads clear.Thisis the type of snow I can work with, fuck the other heavy, life consuming shit.
When I finally arrive at the little cottage style home, I look up and see that the sky has transformed into a perfect cotton candy pink hue. I pull out my camera before I even turn the truck off because I refuse to miss a second of this.
A fleeting sunset is proof that no matter what happens during the day, or how bad it was, every day can end beautifully, leaving behind whatever weighed you down.