Page 74 of When the Snowman Whispered
“Why not throw them in the fireplace?”
“I never saw my mom burn stuff like that inside the house. She always put these things in salt water, let it dry, and then set it on fire outside.”
I tapped her cup with mine, before she took another sip. “Then we burn it and you tell me more about this Remy.”
“No.” She shook her head and set the cup down. “If you saw me moaning, but didn’t see him, then there’s nothing to talk about. In fact, I’m embarrassed.”
I should’ve left it alone, but my mother always told me I was the most stubborn of her kids. “You told him there was no competition.”
“You heard that?”
“Yes, I saw you in the snow, naked, and talking to someone.”
“Must we keep bringing up the fact that I was naked?”
“That was the best part as far as I’m concerned.”
She blinked.
“The moaning was the second-best thing.”
The next words came out shaky. “What else did you see?”
“I feel like that was enough,” I said.
“Did you see the castle?”
“No. What castle?”
“What about the table and food and. . .”
Shock must’ve shot all over my face because she went silent.
“Never mind.” She returned to her tea. “Yes, I remember telling him that there was no competition with Brett.”
I touched my chest. “And what about with me?”
“Are you serious? My mother just did some hoodoo love thing to us. You’re up all night chasing snow wolves that are howling and I’m. . .doing things. . .and here you are asking me, if I’m going to continue to have sex with a snowman.”
“Are you?”
She opened her mouth and took too long to answer. “No.”
“You don’t sound certain.”
“I’m just hoping he doesn’t come back alive again. I can’t take much more of this.”
“It didn’t seem that way, when I found you.”
“It made sense in the moment, but just like dating a bad guy, once we’re away from each other, nothing ever sits right. I never feel the same unless he’s right in front of me.” She cleared her throat. “Now I’m back to reality. Besides, there’s not much life to have, when you’re in love with ice. Well, not just ice, a spirit. A spirit that should be searching for the light.”
“And what’s the light?”
“I don’t know. He said he would answer me later.”
“Later? I don’t think so.” I rose from the table. “We’re burning those bags, calling your mother, and then going to my cabin.”
“I’m fine right here.”
