The One Night by Meghan Quinn EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Meghan Quinn
- Genre: Contemporary Romance Fiction, Contemporary Women’s Fiction, Women’s Romance Fiction
- Publish Date: 14 December 2021
- Size: 2 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Avail for Download
- Price: Free
“You have a hole in your sock,” Dad says, pointing to my foot, which is
currently resting on my parents’ twenty-year-old coffee table.
I sigh, folding my arms across my chest and sinking lower into the
couch. “I know.”
“If you know there’s a hole in your sock, then why are you wearing it?”
“I don’t know, Dad. Maybe for the same reason you still wear your
shorts, even though they all have holes in the crotch.”
Dad shifts and turns his attention back to his coloring book. “More
room to air things out.”
“Gross, Dad. Jesus.”
“What are my two favorite guys doing tonight?” Mom asks in a chipper
tone, strutting into the living room with a trayful of warm cider.
The house is decorated to the nines, as my mom does every year around
the holidays. Green garland is strung around the crown moldings, and
dripping lights are sprinkled through the faux greenery. Stockings hang by
the chimney, one for each member of this family, which includes me, Mom,
Dad, and my sister, Palmer, and brother, Ford. Doubt they’ll be home for the
holidays, though—it’s rare. But Mom still represents them during
The tree is perfectly placed in front of the bay window in the living
room, shining for all the neighbors to see, just the way Mom likes it. She is
quite particular when it comes to her tree, so when we decorated it this year,
instead of hanging ornaments, Dad and I sat patiently and waited for direction
while listening to Christmas music.
“Ford is going to develop a complex, you know, if he finds out you
don’t include him in your bundle of favorite guys. Since, you know, he’s the
oldest and is always trying to please.”
Mom scoffs. “That boy wears the crown for favorite. You know that,
Coop.” She winks.
“Thanks a lot. Guess I won’t be taking the ferry all the way to Marina
Island from Seattle almost every day to help you out anymore.” I reach for a
cider, but Mom swats my hand away.
“Take this one.” She hands me a mug and smiles.
“What’s in this?” I ask her, suddenly wary.
“Cider. What do you think is in there?”
“I don’t know, arsenic?”
Mom laughs and then reaches down to pat me on the cheek. “Oh,
honey, why would I kill off our little YouTube handyman?”
“Please don’t call me that.”
“I like the ring of it,” Dad says, still focusing on intently coloring. He
has a coloring book of swear words that he thinks is the “bee’s knees,” and
he’s currently coloring a purple F.
“I’m an editor, not a handyman.” An editor who hates his job
immensely and wishes for nothing more than to never read another nonfiction
book ever again.
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