Read Online Not About Love (This Love Book 2) by Hilaria Alexander - Free Book Online
Authors: Hilaria Alexander
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the choices, I called the shots, I made the mistakes all by myself.
When Lou and Boyd’s mom Leanne heard I was staying in a hotel, she protested and talked to me on the phone, telling me they had plenty of room at her house and that she would love to have me over. My hotel was paid up for one more day, but it seemed rude to refuse, so I went to the Rivers’ house the next day. When I arrived, Leanne was busy in the kitchen preparing for a holiday party for friends and family.
Ella was already helping her in the kitchen when I got there, and I decided to join in and help out by preparing the appetizers.
“You’re my guest, you shouldn’t be helping in the kitchen!” she complained.
“It’s no trouble at all.”
“The caterer is going to show up later today, but I just wanted to make something extra. I want to make sure I’m keeping my guests fed.”
“You sound nothing like my mom. She would have put us all to work hours ago, and she’d be as neurotic as Mrs. Bennett in Pride and Prejudice . My nerves! ” I cried, imitating Elizabeth Bennett’s mother, and she laughed.
I liked Leanne. I had met her the year before when hanging out with Lou over the holidays. I could see where her youngest son got many of his traits. His mother was kind and sweet, and had such a beautiful, welcoming smile. Her eyes were a beautiful dark green, just like Lou’s. Her hair was gray, and she kept it tied in a ponytail.
“Where’s Boyd, Leanne?” Ella asked. She shot me a glance and smiled. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to study my reaction. I rolled my eyes and looked away.
“I don’t know. He’s out with friends, I think. I’m telling you, I’m not too happy about it. He said he might not even come back tonight! I told him he better,” she fired back in her southern accent. “I’m already mad at him. He hardly ever comes around any more. We don’t see much of him at Christmas or any other time of the year. That boy has lost his way, I tell you!” She sounded frustrated, but I couldn’t help laughing. I also couldn’t help but find the similarities between his behavior and mine. I didn’t enjoy coming home that much either. Everyone I knew had moved on, and besides my parents, there wasn’t much left of my old life calling me back to Tennessee.
I had specifically come back home for the holidays the previous year out of guilt, and this year I had decided to make the trek so I could spend some time with Ella. I especially wanted to see her play in the US since I had only seen her perform in little bars around Amsterdam.
“Where is Boyd when you need him?” Lou grumbled as he and his father tried to make their way through the door with an enormous Douglas Fir tree. It smelled amazing, and the living room was instantly filled with the aroma of the fresh cut tree.
After the two men got it upright in the tree stand, we helped Leanne decorate it.
I hadn’t decorated a Christmas tree since I was in high school. Every time I went home during Christmas vacation, my parents’ home was already decked out.
We spent the afternoon drinking spiked apple cider and lost track of time. By the time we put the last of the decorations up, we barely had time to go get ready before the guests would arrive.
I was glad I had packed something dressier to wear. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and smoothed the viscose dress with my fingers, feeling a ping of excitement in my stomach thinking about what Boyd’s face would look like when he saw me in it. My happy mood, however, crashed and burned when I remembered his mother’s words.
He might not even show up.
Stop thinking about him. Screw Boyd. Why did I even care?
Either way, I felt beautiful and confident.
My dress was a bit flirtier than what I usually wore. It was bright red, had a sweetheart neckline that made my boobs look amazing—though part of that was due to the plunge demi bra I was wearing—and the knee-length flared A-line skirt showed
When Lou and Boyd’s mom Leanne heard I was staying in a hotel, she protested and talked to me on the phone, telling me they had plenty of room at her house and that she would love to have me over. My hotel was paid up for one more day, but it seemed rude to refuse, so I went to the Rivers’ house the next day. When I arrived, Leanne was busy in the kitchen preparing for a holiday party for friends and family.
Ella was already helping her in the kitchen when I got there, and I decided to join in and help out by preparing the appetizers.
“You’re my guest, you shouldn’t be helping in the kitchen!” she complained.
“It’s no trouble at all.”
“The caterer is going to show up later today, but I just wanted to make something extra. I want to make sure I’m keeping my guests fed.”
“You sound nothing like my mom. She would have put us all to work hours ago, and she’d be as neurotic as Mrs. Bennett in Pride and Prejudice . My nerves! ” I cried, imitating Elizabeth Bennett’s mother, and she laughed.
I liked Leanne. I had met her the year before when hanging out with Lou over the holidays. I could see where her youngest son got many of his traits. His mother was kind and sweet, and had such a beautiful, welcoming smile. Her eyes were a beautiful dark green, just like Lou’s. Her hair was gray, and she kept it tied in a ponytail.
“Where’s Boyd, Leanne?” Ella asked. She shot me a glance and smiled. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to study my reaction. I rolled my eyes and looked away.
“I don’t know. He’s out with friends, I think. I’m telling you, I’m not too happy about it. He said he might not even come back tonight! I told him he better,” she fired back in her southern accent. “I’m already mad at him. He hardly ever comes around any more. We don’t see much of him at Christmas or any other time of the year. That boy has lost his way, I tell you!” She sounded frustrated, but I couldn’t help laughing. I also couldn’t help but find the similarities between his behavior and mine. I didn’t enjoy coming home that much either. Everyone I knew had moved on, and besides my parents, there wasn’t much left of my old life calling me back to Tennessee.
I had specifically come back home for the holidays the previous year out of guilt, and this year I had decided to make the trek so I could spend some time with Ella. I especially wanted to see her play in the US since I had only seen her perform in little bars around Amsterdam.
“Where is Boyd when you need him?” Lou grumbled as he and his father tried to make their way through the door with an enormous Douglas Fir tree. It smelled amazing, and the living room was instantly filled with the aroma of the fresh cut tree.
After the two men got it upright in the tree stand, we helped Leanne decorate it.
I hadn’t decorated a Christmas tree since I was in high school. Every time I went home during Christmas vacation, my parents’ home was already decked out.
We spent the afternoon drinking spiked apple cider and lost track of time. By the time we put the last of the decorations up, we barely had time to go get ready before the guests would arrive.
I was glad I had packed something dressier to wear. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and smoothed the viscose dress with my fingers, feeling a ping of excitement in my stomach thinking about what Boyd’s face would look like when he saw me in it. My happy mood, however, crashed and burned when I remembered his mother’s words.
He might not even show up.
Stop thinking about him. Screw Boyd. Why did I even care?
Either way, I felt beautiful and confident.
My dress was a bit flirtier than what I usually wore. It was bright red, had a sweetheart neckline that made my boobs look amazing—though part of that was due to the plunge demi bra I was wearing—and the knee-length flared A-line skirt showed
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