A Festive Feud: A Holiday Romantic Comedy(51)

"This dress is vintage Valentino, thank you very much."

He laughs, rough and low, and I swallow thickly, feeling it settle in the pit of my stomach.

"The party’s inside, and here you are out here…all alone." He comes to stand next to me, resting his thick forearms on the balcony’s railing. When he looks over at me, his dark, unruly hair falls across his forehead, and I immediately want to reach out and brush it away. "What's not to enjoy, Quinny?"

The use of my childhood nickname has me squinting my face in disgust. Typical Parker. We used to bicker constantly, he and Owen taking any opportunity they had to tease me.

"Can you not call me that? We’re not kids anymore, Parker."

I sway slightly when the wind picks up. His hand darts out to steady me, sliding into my coat as he grips my hip tightly. The warmth of his fingers seep through my dress, and I clear my throat, grabbing onto the rail to ground myself.

"Trust me, I know." The deep, seductive tone catches me by surprise, and I find myself leaning slightly into his touch. His eyes drag down my body slowly, then flit back up to mine.

His eyes burn with intensity. The deep brown of his irises seemingly black in the darkness.

What's happening right now?

I've clearly had too many glasses of champagne.

Is...Parker...flirting with me?

No, of course not. Quinn, no more champagne for you. Actually, no, maybe I need more champagne because I'm clearly losing my mind.

I snap out of it, remembering his question. I tuck my long, dark hair behind my ear and avert my gaze. "I’m out here because I hate the holidays and I hate being home even more. My idea of a good time is not being stuck in a room full of people I barely remember and rarely ever see."

Parker frowns, revealing a shallow line between his dark brows as he does. "You used to love Christmas. You were obsessed with ice skating, decorating the tree. What happened?"

I grew up and realized that life changes in the blink of an eye. That’s what happened. Once my parents divorced and my father moved out, everything changed. My parents hated to be around each other, so that was the end of us all being together.

Our holidays were split. Birthdays. Weekends.

I couldn’t wait to leave this town behind, so the second I could, I fled to New York to pursue my career.

I didn’t have time to enjoy things like holidays, especially not with my father, who I hardly knew anymore. Not when my only focus has been to advance in my career and make a name for myself.

I shrug, swirling around the remaining champagne at the bottom of my glass. “Life, I guess. I’ve got exactly zero Christmas spirit, and I’m counting down the seconds until I can board a plane back to what I now call home.”

“It’s been a while since you’ve been back home. I mean to Strawberry Hollow at least.” His tone is cool and carries a hint of an unasked question.

Exactly four years. But who’s counting?

“It has. My mom is on a mission to bring us all back together for the holidays. And you know Stacy…when she gets something in her head, it’s happening.” I sigh.

Parker laughs, nodding his head in agreement. “Yeah, your mom is definitely tenacious like that. I think it’s mostly that she’s trying to keep herself busy. Did you know she and the other ladies at the church have put together a caroling group?”

I didn’t know that, but in truth, I’m not very close to my mother anymore. When we do talk, our conversations are short and to the point. The fact that Parker knows more about what she’s doing than I do…suddenly makes me sad, even if I am part of the reason for the distance between us.

“Sounds like her.” I drag my gaze to his and see that he’s watching me intently. “What about you? How are things with you?”

The corners of his lips tug up and he shrugs. “Opened my own practice in town, still having dinner with my parents on Sundays. Working on the farm when they need me. Not much has changed since you’ve left, I guess.”

That’s partially true. The town has remained mostly the same: small, idyllic, almost untouched by the modernness of the outside world, it seems. But some things have changed. Parker, for example.

He’s so much taller than I remember. His shoulders fill his jacket in a way that they wouldn’t have four years ago, that much I know. It seems like in the time I’ve been gone, he’s turned into a man that I no longer know.

“I always knew that you’d end up opening your own practice. When we were kids, you always took such care cleaning my scrapes and putting band aids on me when I’d fall while riding my bike or scratch myself up, trying to climb into the tree house following you and Owen.” I laugh, shaking my head at the memory. Parker Grant spent a lot of time in our house growing up, so most of my memories as a kid include him.

My eyes drift back over his profile as he stares out into the darkness. His nose is slightly crooked from a fight when he was teenager, but if anything, it only makes him even more handsome. A dark brush of stubble is scattered along his jaw, and slightly down his neck. Rugged, yet refined.

Suddenly, he looks over, and I realize I’ve been caught admiring him.

I’m blaming it on the champagne and not the long-buried crush that’s suddenly resurfacing.

“Christmas is magical, Quinn. I know you’re a hotshot marketing executive now for a big Fortune 500, but maybe coming home is exactly what you needed, since you’ve seem to have forgotten that.”