Page 2 of Pucking Snowed In With My Ex

“I did it for the two of you. Neither of you has been happy since the breakup.”

“I beg to differ. I’m not blind. I’ve seen his social media posts. Cheerleaders, models, and the last one he dated was some rich girl from New York from a powerful family. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” The front door opened, and there he stood in the doorway, looking as arrogant and sexy as ever. I was tempted to try the suicide mission of a drive back. “Shit, he just opened the door.”

“Don’t you dare think about turning around. I mean it,” Hayley firmly growled into the speaker. She could be scary when she wanted to be. “And don’t bother denying it. I know you’re thinking it, and staying a night or two under the same room as Callum is still better than dying in a car accident.”

“Again, I beg to differ.”

Callum leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest, and even though I couldn’t see his face clearly, I knew he was smirking at the car. I wanted to throw up.

“Think of this as a new beginning,” Hayley said, all cheerful, and I knew she was happy with herself.

“Of what? A horror flick?”

“I love you,” Hayley sang.

“I hate you,” I growled back.

“You won’t if he gives you good D.”

My mouth fell open as she laughed. “He’s your brother. You’re not supposed to say shit like that.”

“Oh please, spare me. Like I don’t know everything already.” Heat began to creep up my neck. “Now park and go inside like a good girl.”

“Seriously, Hales, what if he has a bunch of girls inside?”

“And what if he has a bunch of guys? Fuck, now I’m really jealous I didn’t make it up there. An entire hockey team to play with sounds like my kind of weekend.”

“When I get home, if I make it alive, I’m going to kill you.” All I heard was hysterical laughing as Hayley hung up the phone. “Fuck.”

CHAPTER TWO

CALLUM

“I’ll get the next round. Who wants another,” I asked, tossing my controller to Tyler. I was sick of dying anyway. Video games were all I did on the road, and I swear I was going to give myself a wrist injury. That would look great in the news. I could already hear the mocking jokes, and my agent would lose his mind.

“Me,” was the resounding chorus from the ten guys sitting around.

“Ah fuck! You just shot me, you prick,” Austin growled at Nathan.

“Oh shit, I thought you were a bad guy,” Nathan said and laughed.

“I’m wearing the same uniform. How can I be a bad guy?”

The argument continued while I went to the kitchen. Grabbing the beers from the fridge, I stopped when I saw headlights through the trees. Sitting the bottles down, I walked over to the window just as the vehicle reached the driveway and stopped.

At first, I thought it was my sister. She had mentioned wanting to come up and say hi, which was code for, ‘I can’t stand being in the house with Mom’s new boyfriend any longer.’ It was still weird to think of my parents separated. For so many years, they were the golden example of a perfect marriage.

When the car sat idling and not moving, I walked over to the door and pulled it open. The snow was really coming down now. There was at least a solid six inches just since lunchtime. I couldn’t see in the car, but I wanted whoever the hell it was to know that the house wasn’t empty incase they were thinking of robbing us. I didn’t think I had made paparazzi status yet, but the longer the car sat there, the more suspicious I became.

My phone dinged, and I pulled it out of my pocket to see a message from Hayley.

H: Your present just arrived.

C: What the hell are you talking about?

H: The car.

C: You got me a shitty old car?