Baby, it’s Cold Outside by Melanie Harlow EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Melanie Harlow
- Language: English
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HARLOW
Ugh!” I scream as I try to pull the damn tree through the glass doorway
of my new apartment building—unsuccessfully. I’ve been at it for ten
minutes and even in the freezing cold December-in-Chicago weather, I have
sweat beading on my forehead. What the hell was I thinking trying to move a
six-foot-tall live tree by myself?
Oh, I know, I was listening to Willow talk about how a tree with lights
would be magically jolly for my psyche, and necessary to get out of the foul
mood and bad luck I’m enduring. Pfft. I should’ve known better. Willow may
be the best boss and top matchmaker in Chicago, but she was wrong on this.
I don’t feel jolly. I don’t feel festive. I feel sweaty and frustrated, and I
would like to shove this tree right up Santa’s …
I give it another yank and my hand scrapes against the bark, ripping a
hole in my glove.
That’s it. I’m over it all.
“Stupid Christmas and all its stupid holiday crap. Santa … blah! Who
needs him and his jolly elves when life sucks? Stupid tree, stupid holiday,
and stupid joy!” I kick the stump, then wince because it hurt.
“Well, that’s not very festive,” a deep voice says from behind me. “I
don’t think the tree did anything to deserve your hatred.”
Of course someone is standing here, watching me like a freaking idiot.
What a sight I must be too. I’m holding the cut end of a tree, trying to drag it
through the heavy door that keeps closing, ripping off branches as I pull
harder. I’m not sure whether I should laugh or cry.
I huff, my hair falling into my face, obstructing my view of my current
life crisis. “Sorry, I’ll apologize to it later.” I don’t even turn to look at the
stranger because whatever with it all anyway. “Once I get it in the stupid
door.”
I’m a damn mess, but what else is new?
Two weeks ago, I got dumped. Merry-fucking-Christmas to me. Instead
of the gorgeous ring I was hoping for, I got the gift of finding out my
boyfriend of six years wanted to ride someone else’s sleigh. So I packed my
shit and left. Thankfully, my boss had just moved in with her fiancé, so she
gave me the keys to her fully furnished apartment and told me to add plants
because plants cure everything.
I should’ve gotten a bunch of fake ones—that way I wouldn’t kill them—
but Willow insisted I get a real Christmas tree to push myself into the holiday
spirit.
And even in the absolute craptastic state I’m in, I wanted to fake it till I
made it. I’m vying for partner of My Heart’s Desire and every little thing
helps, right? I should’ve known better. Now I’m going to have a big halfalive, half-naked tree to look at, one more reminder of how I’m failing at life.
Well, if I can get it upstairs.
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